Back to the issue at hand...Ben, thinking the problem would have the simplest of solutions, called Animal Control to come and get the varmints out of our chimney. But no, they do not retrieve them unless the animals have already been caught.
They rented us a trap and gave us some catfood, telling us we would have trapped raccoons by morning and then they'd pick them up for us. Well, the trap definitely worked, just not the way we expected.The next morning, I received a disturbing phone call from my non-animal neighbor who happens to be a good friend. Nervously, she told me that her kids heard loud animal noises coming from our yard on the way to school. They came to our yard, saw the trap, the open can of cat food, and their trapped pet cat mewing, or shall I say lamenting loudly. Based on the evidence at hand, their family made the natural assumption that we, the Belnaps, were trying to catch their cats to get rid of our feline friends. My poor neighbor had been crying all morning and against the advice of her husband, called us about the situation. After much emphatic explanation about our varmint problems on my part, the issue was resolved. She ended the phone call in a much more lighthearted tone...I'm just so glad she called me about it.
Two days later, that cat was still the only victim of our trap, which by the way, doesn't hurt animals, just traps them. Every night, the scratching and rustling of the raccoons in the chimney grew louder, we could see dirt and junk falling amongst the cracks in the flue into our fireplace, and I was beginning to feel infested and diseased, not to mention extremely anxious that they would find a way to get under the flue, hide under a bed, attack our children, and leave me with the only logical option of beating it with a tire iron for 15 minutes.
And then, a light...a grand discovery. Ben got on the roof this morning, looked down the chimney, and found that the animals were gone. As they are nocturnal and leave the chimney only at night, we weren't sure as to whether they were sleeping down there, or just hadn't returned from their raucous night of dumpster diving. He threw stuff down there, banged on the flue from underneath, and finally just to be sure, threw a burning stick down the chimney to smoke any lollygaggers out. Nothing...they are GONE! We quickly bought a cover/grate designed to prevent such problems, installed it, and are now in the clear, all without ever trapping a raccoon.
And tonight, yet another call from another cat-owning anxious neighbor who had "heard" we were in the business of purposely trapping cats in our yard. She laughed after another lengthy explanation on my part...that relieved embarrassed kind of laugh. I thought we had a better reputation than the neighborhood quacks who kill family pets, but whatever...
Moral of the story: Install chimney covers if you haven't already, and definitely download "This American Life"...you'll thank us someday.
8 comments:
We just dealt with a racoon problem as well. Our animal control would not pick up the animals, so we had to hire a company. They caught one racoon and three possums (plus a couple neighborhood cats) over a couple weeks.
Fantastic story-- I'm so glad no rabid 'coons got you in the wee hours of the morning either.
And really--- the cat killer accusation is just too much! Are they for real? Unbelievable.
Ben + Racoons = Griswald vacation.
Hilarity ensues...
So funny! I thought that the cats were killed or injured in the traps. So glad that's not the case.
I just listened to the rabid racoon story a week ago. Loved it. Totally freaky. Glad your problems with the racoons are over.
no more coons
So hilarious.... Well, now that it's over, it's funny! Did I ever tell you about "Bulldog"-- the RAT that found his way into our apartment in NYC? Something about having rodents in my living space makes me insane-- literally! I'm such a wimp.
True, I am waaaaay behind on this but still. This made me laugh out loud and for a long long time. That. is. hilarious.
Cat killers?! I think not.
So funny.
We love, love, love This American Life. Borderline obsessed with it really.
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