I write into an IM window, 'Do you have time to get a slice of pizza after work?'
My co-worker says that she does, so after wrapping things up, we go and order a large, extra-cheese, mushroom, and onion pizza.
Unfortunately, it isn't a great pizza.
So I take three slices home debating if I should reheat them or just feed the pizza to the chickens.
I park my car at home and carry the pizza down to the coop when I collect the eggs. I open the door and heave the slices in for them.
Overnight, it rains so I walk out the door and decide not to water the chickens today. By habit, I look down to the pen from my driveway.
Nuts.
I see something staring at me from the live trap.
Raccoon.
Nuts!
I walk down to acquaint myself with the critter who shies away from me, trapped.
I close my eyes and debate. Coonskin cap? Nah, but it is interesting. First the opossum, now a raccoon.
I open my eyes and look in the chicken pen, by now the chickens are walking about as they scratch the ground.
Oh man! A slice of pizza is at the edge of the chicken pen near the live trap.
Pizza bait!
I scare the coon to the far end of the trap, but he sits on the release lever. I open the door and prop it open with a long stick.
I sigh. I can't be late for work. I hope the coon doesn't return. I wonder, 'Do they learn their lesson?'
After starting my car, I look to see what the coon does and he's scurrying away from the shed and his furry belly sways as he runs down the stone wall to freedom.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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