PRINTPest control
Klinton Silvey
July 22, 2010 | 12:00 a.m. CST
“Dude, dude, a raccoon just walked out of the kitchen cabinet,” my roommate Andy said in a half-whispered, half-panicked voice. I crawled to the edge of the couch and saw a fuzzy little face staring back at me. I had been waiting for this.
Two weeks prior to our masked bandit showing his mug, we heard the pitter-patter of his scurrying through the walls of our apartment building. I knew the raccoon was there, but I didn’t know it was brave — or that it had friends.
That night, we made a trap out of a trash can. Casualties included half a loaf of bread and a pair of shoes. After upgrading to a cage trap, we caught the villain the next morning at 3 a.m. I put the caged, seemingly tame rascal in the bathroom for the night where it unleashed its anger by shredding my bathroom rug. Two weeks later, we caught its more aggressive accomplice, and he signaled his capture by ramming the cage in my direction when I walked by.
Pest control is for the people in our feature, not me.
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