Bit of excitement here yesterday evening. I was going through the house turning off the lights at bedtime and happened to see a ginormous raccoon in the garage. We've had a raccoon stalking the area for a while now. It almost dragged off one of the neighbor's barn kittens, and we think it tangled with T-bone's big black panther of a cat, Benji, who made it back home with some minor bite marks and a disgusting stench of raccoon on him. It may also have been the cause of Dali's swollen face last week, and the reason she was gone for two days. So there was a certain "Dirty Harry" quality to the moment when I saw the punk in a place where we could deal with it definitively.
I called for T-bone and told him what was up. He grabbed his "varmint" rifle, a .22 with a scope, as I went into the garage and closed off the cat door. About 7 minutes later, we had a deceased raccoon and I had a renewed appreciation for how well T-bone and I work together in tense circumstances.
The raccoon, for the record, was probably the tallest, rangiest one I have ever seen. I've have encountered ones that were fatter, but this one had a huge frame. I'd say it was a bit over 30 lbs, and standing on its hind legs had its head even with my chest.