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PHOTO 261 - 16 Comments
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You would be surprised at the number of varmints living in the city. I've seen raccoons crawling out of drainage grates, dumpsters, and attic windows. I've seen deer in downtown Grand Rapids and a fox carrying away the neighbor's kitten. They are trying to take over the world!!
One of my previous co-workers drove to work in Detroit one day and the car was making some awful noises. Belts squealing, grinding noises, and occasionally, smelly smoke. She stopped at a service station after getting off the expressway and when the guy there opened the hood, they found a badly injured raccoon, all chewed up and fur missing in several spots. Apparently it crawled under the hood to enjoy the warmth of the warm engine and it got entangled in various moving engine parts during the ride. They tried to call animal control, but the snarling critter limped away and could not be found by the time the officers arrived.
At Central Michigan, there was a huge raccoon that used to hang around the front of one of the dorms. One time I saw it standing on its rear legs peering into a big galvanized trash can. Another time, in the evening, it was sitting in a chair in front of the dorm and at first I thought it was a person it was so big.
My advice? Unless it starts becoming a nuisance, let it be. There are probably a lot more there that you aren't seeing.
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I'd give him a bowl of Corn Flakes and call him Roger
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Oh, no............... here we go again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Didn't we have enough trouble with Crockett's comment?
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Don't worry, I'm used to (and grudgingly allow for) Heiss-based nonsense. It barely registers anymore. Tolerance has to be earned, my friends!
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Why you gotta ping my cheese with your bandwidth?
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Okay Crockett, notice that you're not a Heiss. That shit is definitely nonsense. I'm not playing this game for much longer. Explain yourself.
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It's amazing how a simple comment gets so much attention:
Man, it is fun fucking with you guys. From an innocent cheese bus, window licker comment we've come to this. Wonder what else I can do to stir things up.
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Ross, the only thing you can do in this case is yell as loud as you can, "THIS IS SPARTA", and kick it down the abyss.
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I remember one day chilling at Fatty's dad's and Fatty and I felt a presence in the house. We turned to find a squirrel staring at us. Squirrels aren't very scary but it was still startling to see one in the living room. Fatty said wtf, there's a squirrel in my house! It was pretty funny. We chased it but I can't remember if we got it out or not, Fatty?
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Good lord, that is funny. But worse is, I don't even remember it!!! We had to have chased it out. Else, I named it Kitty and pulled one over on my dad.
It is funny how cute little animals become unnerving when they are in your house. Animals and bugs belong outside. It is a different ballgame when they are in your house. They become super-badass, cuz they are not playing by the rules. They seem too tough to care. So, it is scary trying to chase down a bad-ass MF who doesn't care and try and get him out of your house. Squirrels, bats, birds, bugs, whatever.
We had a similar instance with a raccon in the attic. I caught him on the roof, in a cage. Shit. Now what do I do with him!!!! I gotta climb up, grab a cage with an angry and crazy raccoon and climb down a ladder with him. Not well planned.
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I seem to remember a story about someone shooting a raccoon with a bow and arrow. Anyone got the whole story?
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I killed a chipmunk with a Boy Scout pocket knife. No story, I just killed a chipmunk. Threw my knife at it, hit it and it started convulsing. Some other dude hit it with a log to put it out of its missery
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Asshole!
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Creeko the Chipmunk Slayer? That is a horrible story.
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I was like 10 when this happened. I was on a Cub Scout camping trip. You cant call me an asshole, I was a kid. Kids do stupid shit.
It's not like I shot a raccoon with a bow and arrow, that sounds like something an asshole would do.
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We had farm animals when I was younger and I used to have fun with the electric fence. I used to do real evil shit like stick frogs on it and watch 'em fry. Basically, stuff that experts today say are warning signs of becoming a serial-killer. But like Creeko said, kids do stupid shit.
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