As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Last year I think I caught 15 coons, the four legged kind over at the other place, and this year once uncle left the building, it is August 14th, and shy of one month, the tally is 14 coons.
That would be 4 females, 3 with cubs, 2 big boars who were gorgeous, and that would 8 young ones, the last of which I shot sleeping off the top of the cage trap. This is far too much killing for my interests, so much swatting too many flies, but the ordeal these raccoons engaged in, is something I only thought skunks did.
Skunks will work ground for grub worms, doodle bug larva or June Bugs, but skunks dig little holes, pointy like their nose. Coons on the other hand roll the sod back like people who do a bad job of digging up sod.
The coons are just doing what comes natural, when a moron mows the lawn to short in a drought, leaves a grass clipping covering, and the June Bugs lay eggs in the rot. So they hatch and the coons come in like they are nuts, ruining the lawn.
None of this is the coon's fault, and it is why I dislike the job of killing them all, even though I know if they were not killing bugs, they would be eating eggs or killing chickens, which they did earlier.
Every time I think it is about done with them, a new batch moves in and all hell breaks loose. Doesn't matter if it is here........I just killed two boars this week and a woodchuck today, or over there, in getting 4 coons in one outing, it is like working in a slaughter house, but nothing can be done about it, as fur is worth nothing with the Trumps not wearing fur, the animals still fuck, still produce young, and they still kill everything, if they are not killed, if it is not me killing them, distemper will wipe them out. There is no win when people abuse the system.
Yes uncle removed us, so this set everything in motion, and he is to blame for all of this, as he hired a real swindler, who is charging to mow the lawn, and this kills the grass, brings the bugs, and here comes the coons, so the lawn is ruined.......it is rougher than a cob and it will be nothing but weeds next year as the grass is kaput and dirt is all over.
This time though I am not subsidizing his choices. The bullets are his, and I am just the tiggerbabe.
I was thinking today how uncle decided part of my Beloved Uncle's inheritance was to generously give away a cage trap someone had.
Just like people generously dump off their coons when they catch them in their yard as they are so humane and caring in giving other people their problems. I am caring in I send them all to Heaven, at least the good ones only doing what nature intended.
At least I learned what ate grub worms as I thought nothing did. Coons get fat on them and I am in the coon cafe............where we are here, not one coon in the lawn, because I don't mow the Goddamn grass to the bone.
So that is the saga I am in. I thought when the boar coons appeared, that would end it, but then came the next family moving in, as our gopher police have everything fucked up here and the governor has their head up their ass too as is proven by the pile of coons I have stacked up.
I am still amazed though at the end of the drive here, where the mother went seated on a cage trap, that I never caught a thing in that location, but I moved that trap across the driveway under a plum brush, and I catch every thing that comes by. Is an amazing location. I wonder how many animals could really be caught at the end of people's driveways if they have trees.
Anyway as Captain Kirk wrote this is filler, and I am done filling here. So time to break camp.
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