Boy oh boy!!! Do we have ourselves a wee bit of a problem! We have coons. Believe it or not, they live in the country! For some reason, my animal loving husband is having such a hard time with this. Not that a family of coons has decided to set up camp in our two front trees...but that they are eating his beloved corn...that's the problem. So my husband had to shoot one. Yes, the same man that brings home birds that have been hit on the highway and nurse them back to life, has brought home several dogs, cats, turtles even to make sure they don't die. He shot the coon...oh but it doesn't end there...He not only had to shoot it once but he had to shoot it at least 8 times before it finally decided to fall out of the tree and finally take its last breath. Then come to find out it was a momma coon. Boy did this mess my husband up! He had nightmares...he even buried it in the backyard. Doesn't end there...a few days later slowly but surely at dusk four baby coons decided to venture down out of the tree. Devastating to my Mick...so he put on a heavy duty oven mitt and went out to make sure the babies got back up in the tree without being injured. This went on several nights. Then low and behold we were upstairs working on the bedrooms and I look out the window and see this HUGE coon in the next tree over staring at the baby coons. I didn't think Mick would notice but the dogs gave it away. So he decides he was going to make sure all the coons get back up in the tree....and my job was to knock loudly on the window if the big coon decided to attack him. Luckily we survived...BUT....Sure enough a couple of Fridays ago, Mick let the dogs out and one of them attacked the baby coon and paralyzed its hind end. So at 4:45 in the morning Mick is out with barely any clothes on, gun in hand, ready to shoot 3 more baby coons. DEVASTATING! DEVASTATING! DEVASTATING!
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