Amy Caldwell, who lives in the Williamsburg Apartments, says it’s been going on since October.
“We don’t sleep much. They are very noisy, and it’s usually about the time the TVs are shut off and we’re all settled and all of a sudden here they come,” she said.
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And in case you're wondering about the post caption, here's an email I got from Wisco and posted back in July of 2014 on my old site:
As you may know (at least I know Kenny does) I have had an ongoing struggle with raccoons at my place. Lost a few chickens – actually was wiped out last year – and they eat corn and cat food (feed the barn cats – healthy ones kill more rodents; hell, had one a few years ago that took a weasel!)
Anyway…
When I go to feed around 3AM I always have a small flashlight and my Ruger .22 pistol. I walk down to the pig barn, clear the door and turn on the FL while bringing the gun up. Nothing for several months now; they’ve already come and gone. Hate to say it but you mentally fall into a routine where you don’t expect anything…
I had no reason to expect anything different this morning BUT when the FL went on there were raccoons every-fucking-where!!! Was like mice scattering all over the place. Brought the gun up and started shooting – I’ll admit that I couldn’t see the sights after the first two shots with the dust and shit flying (low ceiling and the building is 100 years old and I don’t dust pig barns) Side note: might be worth keeping in mind for what’s coming – most of us don’t shoot inside of older buildings…
One runs at me and over my boot out the door I came in. I turn with it to shoot and here comes a big old sow a charging in to see what’s all going on. Great time to find your slide is locked back… Only thing I can think of is to kick her. Now I’m wearing a pair of over sized rubber zip boots my wife bought for a buck fifty at a rummage sale; my guess they are about a size 30 – I take an 11… Basically it was like hitting her with a “Socker Bopper” and startled her more than anything. Pissed her off too. I turned back into the building to consider my options. I keep an old butcher knife stuck in a beam near the door (doesn’t everybody?) so I grabbed that (I already put the gun down) and stabbed one of the fuckers that was on a rail next to me. Since I wasn’t wearing gloves I rethought the knife as a weapon of choice and grabbed the Aluminum baseball bat I also keep by the door (OK I’ll admit there is shit like that in every building on the property – if you can’t find an implement of destruction you aren’t looking hard enough). GAME ON FUCKERS!!!!!!
Fight when inside and outside and back inside and outside. Final score: Dave 7, Team Raccoon 0. They are all dead and I have no damage I’m worried about. Picked up the bodies with a pitch fork and put them in a manure bucket and went on with my feeding. Left the wife a note suggesting she may not want to go down to the pig barn until I can, ahem, neaten things up a bit.
