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chibi_trillianI just got inside from rescuing a raccoon from the evil clutches of Beefaroni.
This poor raccoon kit (from the family of raccoons that raids our dumpsters regularly) got its head stuck in a can and couldn't get out. It was lying sprawled on the parking lot by the time I found it, too tired to move. At first, I thought it was roadkill, but I'd never seen one of our raccoons get hit by a car. Then I parked (hurrah for early morning Taco Bell runs) and walked over to double-check, and lo and behold, it was a victim of a foul Beefaroni trap. I yanked on the can for a few minutes, raccoon pulling one way and me pulling another, before realizing that this little guy was well and truely stuck and any further measures I could take to get him loose were likely going to end in me getting bitten when yon raccoonlet was liberated from its metal prison. I really don't want to have to get rabies shots. I was contemplating going to get a box and taking him to the 24-hour vet down the street when one of my neighbors shouted down to ask if that was the raccoon she thought it was and if I needed help. She brought down a blanket to wrap the raccoon up in, and the two of us tugging got him out. The raccoon ran off to go find his mom, and I took great pleasure in stomping the crap out of the can.
The moral of this story: Please crush your cans if you're not gonna recycle them. Oh, and Beefaroni is hazardous to everyone, including raccoons.
This poor raccoon kit (from the family of raccoons that raids our dumpsters regularly) got its head stuck in a can and couldn't get out. It was lying sprawled on the parking lot by the time I found it, too tired to move. At first, I thought it was roadkill, but I'd never seen one of our raccoons get hit by a car. Then I parked (hurrah for early morning Taco Bell runs) and walked over to double-check, and lo and behold, it was a victim of a foul Beefaroni trap. I yanked on the can for a few minutes, raccoon pulling one way and me pulling another, before realizing that this little guy was well and truely stuck and any further measures I could take to get him loose were likely going to end in me getting bitten when yon raccoonlet was liberated from its metal prison. I really don't want to have to get rabies shots. I was contemplating going to get a box and taking him to the 24-hour vet down the street when one of my neighbors shouted down to ask if that was the raccoon she thought it was and if I needed help. She brought down a blanket to wrap the raccoon up in, and the two of us tugging got him out. The raccoon ran off to go find his mom, and I took great pleasure in stomping the crap out of the can.
The moral of this story: Please crush your cans if you're not gonna recycle them. Oh, and Beefaroni is hazardous to everyone, including raccoons.
