;…so…just went out to feed the cat only to discover that the fiddlers that I had carefully placed in a large cooler with a catalope size flat rock on top of it had become a buffet for mr raccoon. Only evidence left was a few legs on the cement…darn varmit even had the nerve to go wash his paws off on the top step of the pool when he had finished eating! Was probably p in the tree laughing at the look on my face! I should have known better! Last time I hung them from a cleat on the big boat in a bucket high above the ground…only to find out he had evidently been a trapeze swinger in a previous life…bucket still hanging…fiddler legs everywhere. You’re welcome for the expensive dinner mr coon :(…think I’ll set up a camera next time…maybe put a little hot sauce on them (@@). Glad the minnows are in the live well…
When I was very young and we lived in Alvin, TX, my dad brought home a runt racoon kitten that the mother had abandoned. Dad was a heavy equipment/grading operator and had pushed over an old oak that had a family of coons in it, and he let the mother get out all the kittens when he saw what was happening, but she abandoned the runt.
Dad took it home-- it’s eyes weren’t even open— and we raised it up for a couple years. Made a very cool (but very, very hyper) “pet” sorta animal (I think we were the actual pets). Unfortunately we went out of town to Galveston beach one summer for a few days, and my neighbor’s kid tried to get him out of the big pen we had him in, in the back yard. He scratched the boy up and the neighbor came and shot it.
I’ll always have a soft spot for those thieving little racoons.
My cousins had an orphaned one as a pet. It got loose in the house one day when no one was home. Man oh man that little sucker made a mess. He got into the kitchen and opened all kinds of stuff. Their paws are like little hands. Needless to say, he was banished to the outdoors.
I should have known better! Last time I hung them from a cleat on the big boat in a bucket high above the ground…only to find out he had evidently been a trapeze swinger in a previous life…bucket still hanging…fiddler legs everywhere. You’re welcome for the expensive dinner mr coon :(…think I’ll set up a camera next time…maybe put a little hot sauce on them (@@). Glad the minnows are in the live well…
