NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Last night I'm sitting and relaxing. Catching up on some tv after B and kids went to bed. All things were going well until I heard a scratch in the ceiling. "No way" I thought. "It's just my imagination." Nope. There is another raccoon still on the Sheldon premises. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Again with the sick stomach and constant thinking of "WHERE IN THE H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS ARE THESE THINGS AT?!?!?!?!?!?!" So, I stewed around the house for an hour, making sure my wife and kids were as safe as they could be, then laid down. Of course I went to sleep in my clothes, with my shoes and old metal golf putter by the side of the bed, ready to go at a moment's notice! I didn't hear anything the rest of the night, but I'm positive there is something up there. I'm hoping it's dead now, but if not, I threw the live trap up in the attic and put some extra smelly fish tasting cat food in the trap. Please Lord, let me catch me another 'coon.

The saga continues...

Who will be victorious...

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