Posted on 05/18/2012 2:29:14 PM PDT by SMGFan
HOUSTON--At the Stop and Save in Richwood, youll find lottery tickets, beer and fishing bait, plus a gaze of raccoons--thats what theyre called in groups. They've taken up residence in the woods behind the store.
"They eat everything," said Stephanie Rutkowske, a local animal lover. "Doritos, Cheetos, chocolate. Or a big bag of cat food. Theyll eat that just as good too."
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I heard a rumor that raccoons eat snails and salamanders. Any truth to this?
Dunno. Let's ask the experts...
Dunno. Let's ask the experts...
LOL!
Zombie racoons?
Similar to the one used in this example?
http://wildwoodsurvival.com/survival/snares/rabbitsnarerb.html
You spend a month and half getting rabies shots.
They may not “hurt” like they used to but you definitely *do* feel like 9 yards of unpaved Hell.
It took 7 months for my injection spots to stop the infernal burning and itching.
*Very* funny, Null.
8:P
Rabies changes everything.
It took *3* 9mils in the chest at nearly point blank range to stop the rabid momma coon.
The much smaller rabid babies took 2, each.
It was a -very- unpleasant but necessary deed.
[and single head shots were totally out of the question...I *knew* they’d need getting tested]
My dad had 2 when he was young - one was an utter terror and didn’t stay in the house long (I still haven’t figured out if that meant he left for the wild or grandma made supper of em). The other stuck around a good long time - I have three stories on him. 1) everytime he saw a laundry basket full of clothes he felt it was his duty to properly distribute them from the basket, 2) he would climb up on the back of the couch and attack my aunt’s hair from the rear, and 3) (with independent confirmation) he would go down to the tavern periodically and scratch at the back door - he was collared so everyone knew him - and they would serve him bowels of beer. When he was full he’d “waddle” back home - the funny thing for me is everyone I talked to about this used the term “waddle” never stumbled, walked, staggered, meandered, slowly moved, nothing else - it was always ‘waddled’. I’d love to have met that coon.
LOL! That is exactly what they looked like, zombies! I have seen a lot of raccoons, individuals and small groups but I have never seen them walk on their hind legs with their front legs hanging down at their sides before then. The biggest ones appeared to be close to 3 feet tall. Like I said I got out of there quickly! :D
My brother made one into a knife handle for a tiny knife he put on a custom hat band. Looks really strange. Unless you actually know what it is, most people would have no clue by seeing it.
You would have to know my brother to appreciate the humor of this.
My mother used to feed the damned things in her back yard, but she finally gave it up when the crowd grew too large and demanding. If she was late putting out the chow, they'd hang on her wrought iron security gate by the back door, shaking and rattling it to get her attention. They'd even try to turn the damned doorknob.
I have no use for raccoons, apart from funny story material for the homespun southern humorists.
"Knock him out, John!"
“The first one you trap. Chop him into itty bitty pieces.
Spread them pieces all around the yard.
You wont have any more coon problems for a long time.”
how true is that. I have some coons that have killed 8 chickens the last 2 weeks. Got one.
One more is still killing.
Some of the best food I ever tasted was barbecued young raccoon...
When they aren't afraid of you...
Rabies or distemper can cause that behavior.
Fistfulls of mothballs make a good eviction notice...
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