Golly-geenit. There's a raccoon that lives under my deck. The thing is very crafty, and can be very nasty. But for some reason, my father and sister coddle the thing. They let it get near to them, give it food, everything.
He saw how nasty it could get and was coming to the conclusion that it might be time to get rid of it. Like the one time we were out on the deck and he let it come up and feed from the cat's dish. It went to get down from the table (it was about 1-3 feet away from either of us) and got it's toe stuck in the open grated chair. It immediately pissed all over itself, snarled, growled, and yelled, all the while flailing around trying to do as much harm to it's attacker as possible. I could clearly see this scared my father into some sense.
But now my sister has a picture of it with it's babies, and it's a whole different ball game. Now it's OK to let it live and teach the baby raccoons to steal from us.
What the ****.
