The Detroit Free Press reports ( http://on.freep.com/Mc835t) Dearborn Heights Department of Public Works Director Bill Zimmer was in his front yard Wednesday when he noticed the critter. He called fellow Public Works employees for help. They used vegetable oil and dish soap to free the raccoon.
A release from Dearborn Heights says the crew took the raccoon to the Public Works yard for a "much-needed shower" before letting it go in the woods.The animal was OK after the ordeal.
- SOURCE
*****
I have to agree with Montanasmama: I know a much quicker way to get it out - cut it's little head off, clean it and throw it in the stewpot. Hell, it's already caught, that's half the work right there.
Young coon like that ought to be real tasty.
Oh, look at that sweet face...you couldn't/wouldn't do that...right? I'm gonna tell Lisa.
ReplyDeletep.s. I used to visit from our old humorbloggers, but my blog got highjacked so I'm now here using my alias.
Knew you’d like this one Kenny. Hate fucking raccoons. They’re like mountain roaches here. Used to trap them and take them 20 miles, one way, to the lake and release them. With the cost of gas and my truck not exactly an economy vehicle now I just shoot them in the trap and haul the carcass up the hollow for other critters to eat.
ReplyDeleteMM
Lotta Joy! How ya doing, Girl? It's been a long time - I was wondering what happened to you blog. Did the muslims or the PETAphiles take you over?
ReplyDeleteOh yeah. Are you finally all settled in now?
ReplyDeleteLook at it's helpless little face! Wirecutter is a big meanie!
ReplyDeleteYes Timbo, Wirecutter IS a big meanie!!
ReplyDelete:P
Aaawwwww! Look! A crunchy chew toy for Charlie GD!
ReplyDeletethese are why ruger makes the 10-22.i hate these fuckers.
ReplyDeleteI am surprised that anyone would call Detroit 911 to report an incidnet with a coon, and be taken seriously.
ReplyDelete5 iron or a wood...
ReplyDeleteYa know wire, this will probably start the hate mail all over again....... you'll enjoy that.........;-)
ReplyDeleteComing home from the bar on Friday nigh saw a 20 pounder meandering across my parking lot. Fortunately I had my Glock in the truck with me. Unfortunately, the lady friend I brought home with me wasn't having any of me splattering a coon in my parking lot. I weighed my options and decided to get laid instead. I'll see that fucking varmint again. The coon, not her. She's done.
ReplyDelete