And then....

...there's my youngest daughter.

This is a follow up to the coon-zilla thing I posted about my oldest daughter being willing to shoot the coon in the trap.

Well everyone is off at a baby shower and I thought I would go terminate the little coon in the trap. Shock and dismay! He is gone. So is the trap and every trace of him/it. Sent a text to the little one and asked her what she did with him...no response. It's not a huge place but I keep a lot of equipment here to protect it from scrappers and the whole place is surrounded by heavy fence row. He could be buried under hay bales, stuck up the bale chute, back in the bushes...heaven only knows where she has hidden him. God help me, I haven't looked in her room. Point is, by the time I find him she will have him half tame and eating bread from her fingers. It'll be fathers day and I guarantee you that, before noon, she will have me driving five miles down the road to let him loose outside the park. Not the first time and it won't be the last I bet.

Lol, part of being a Dad

5 miles isn't far enough; it'll be back in the morning!

BTDT.

Kent Lake, I-96 interstate, and the Huron River are in that five miles.

Probably take him a least till lunch.

My daughter was like yours when she was young. She did not like to kill anything when she was younger. She was feeding some calves at rented farm. I put a gravity wagon in the barn with feed in it. I made a steel top so the birds and mice/rats could not get in it. I had the liner out of an old ice chest that we kept under the chute to catch any feed that did not go into the five gallon buckets. This liner/box was about 24 inch deep and galvanized. Mice and smaller rats could not jump/climb out of it. I would usually find several mice/rats in it everyday. I would kill them and go feed.

One day she goes to do the feeding on her way to town. For some reason there where bunch of mice in the liner(20-30). She did not want to kill them and did not want me to either. So she put one of the five gallon buckets on its side with some feed in it. She herds the mice into the bucket. She stands it up and puts another bucket down into the first bucket. So she has the mice caught between the buckets. She puts the buckets in her car and goes toward town. Where the county road meets the state road she stops and turns the mice loose in the ditch.

Later that night she tells me what she had done. She told me the mice would not be in our barn so all was well. I could not argue with her on that.

Now the funny part. About five hundred feet from where she dumped the mice lives a good friend of the family. A few days after she had dumped the mice I meet him in the feed story buying mouse poison. He was complaining about how he all of a sudden had mice all over his house and garage. LOL I did not tell him about what the daughter had done.

Good luck with the coon issue.

I set the have a haveahart trap beside the shed with cantelope in it for a week,couldnt figure out why the trap was always closed,till I found out my wife was tripping it after I Left for work,she felt sorry for the grounhog.,didnt want him to get caught.!

Have to love the girls in our lives! Of course in my case there isn't a lot of options..LOL.

I would drown them, does not leave blood smell on the trap.