Comments on: A barrel of laughs

By: Vicki

Vicki — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 21:37:30 +0000

I had to share this entry with my husband, since we had similar drama here. We resorted to sprinkling our trash with vinegar or hot sauce (trash men probably didn’t appreciate). We also borrowed a cage to catch & release out of town (country folks probably didn’t appreciate either). It got especially interesting when borrowed cage lost it’s handle and we had to invent other ways to remove cage. Stinky critters! We set the trap inside my sun (enclosed) porch. Why? Yeah, we used to feed a stray momma cat and the coons wanted in on the deal. All of them ruined some screens more than once (no we don’t feed strays anymore!). Husband initially set the cage on the new carpet on put on the porch… I moved it onto the concrete, but the dumb (that’s my school teacher profanity I have to maintain so I don’t loose it in front of other people’s kids) coon we caught reached out of the cage and dragged my new carpet over to chew it to shreds!! After about half a dozen relocations, we haven’t had any problems in months… We’ll probably get the battle started again come spring.

By: witchypoo

witchypoo — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 16:25:32 +0000

We compost, so there is never anything attractive to critters in the garbage. I often see racoons at night, and to make them go away, a loud, sustained hissing noise scares the bejezus out of them.
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By: Kari Anne

Kari Anne — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:51:16 +0000

OMG – that is too funny! Happened to me too…so I know how you feel!! The little fuckers! Anyway…not only did I have the problem with the coons…I had the problem with the neighborhood dogs…so I fixed that real quick… I started putting Clorox in the garbage cans after putting the first sack of trash in there…and as a matter of fact…I no longer have to bungee cord my cans…it keeps dogs, cats and varmits (I’m a Texas gal…remember…LOL) away!!

Have a great weekend!!!
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By: cowgrrl

cowgrrl — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 15:55:09 +0000

You have a bat, right? That is also a good coon killing weapon….

By: Phat Mama

Phat Mama — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 13:46:42 +0000

Loved this post, one of the best I’ve read in a while! You’re a talented writer & hysterically funny – keep on amusing us all, please!

P.S. I love the ‘F’ word. There is no other word that can express our emotion most when needed.

By: Daddy Scratches

Daddy Scratches — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 04:40:57 +0000

Jamie: Great story—and a shitty experience, I’m sure!

By: Jamie

Jamie — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 16:10:25 +0000

I lived in a very small town with a fenced in backyard, so I would just leave my back door open for my pets during the day when I was home. Then one night I was down watching a movie with my girlfriends and heard what I thought was my fat cat jumping down from his post. Then the dog, who was laying on me at the time, started to grumble. The 3 of us humans looked around, “like what the hell is her problem” Then we noticed Jackson, aka – the fat cat, laying on the other side of the couch. All of a sudden the dog took off up the stairs only to fall with all four legs out right, sliding on her belly, back down the stairs. I run over thinking she’s having some sort of siezure to find a GIANT raccoon coming down the stairs to see if there is any food down there. At this point the dog regained her confidence with me by herside (like hell I was going to do anything about it!) and found her feet again and her voice and went rip-roaring up the stairs and chased the ‘coon out of the house. Soon after all this I found they had been coming in, unannounced, and eating the cat food. Needless to say, the door was no longer left open. Geez, fuck me for being so smart and letting the pets let themselves out!

By: Daddy Scratches

Daddy Scratches — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 22:04:44 +0000

Melanie: Wouldn’t you know it? We went away for the weekend, and I threw a bag of trash in an empty barrel on the way out. Forgot to apply bungee cord. Discovered open barrel and tattered trash upon out return. Little fuckers, indeed.

By: Melanie

Melanie — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 21:03:28 +0000

Glad you got the bungee cords. Those are a sure-fire way to keep the little (!) fuckers away.

We used to throw empty Sam Adams bottles at ours until we realized a.) we were wasting the $.05 deposit money and b.) it’s a little red-neck.

By: Daddy Scratches

Daddy Scratches — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 22:53:36 +0000

Jessica: I don’t know whether to thank you or say “Ewwwww.” I guess I’ll go with thanks; your laundry is your problem.

Lindsay: Happy to help. Just wait till I write about my time training with police dogs when I was a K-9 handler in the Army.