Raccoons make me crazy
Sorry I haven’t posted in a long time…(2 months). I’ve been pretty busy with school and the gym. That’s pretty much all I have been doing, but these activities take more time than I have. As a matter of fact, I just returned from my spring break. It was awesome, I went to Fort Stevens, an old military area located on the Oregon Coast next to Astoria, a campground that I have gone to my whole life. I had an awesome time, especially because I haven’t been there for about 4 years. This year however, was different. Out of the many times I have gone to this camp area, I have never encountered a raccoon. As a matter of fact, I had never seen a raccoon in my life before this eventful week, let me explain…
We arrived at the camp, left to go get more food, when we came back, our food was thrown around EVERYWHERE! Later, In the middle of the night, they ran through the camp again, but we scared them away with rocks, while hissing like a snake! Waking up in the morning, we see that they got into a cooler, and threw more hotdogs and what-cha-muh-call-it’s all over. The next night, we see a raccoon by our campsite, scaring the shit out of Regan. I think her scream scared them away for a few hours though. Shining the flashlight into the trees, we could see their eyes shining back at us, just like a cats eyes. It was so eerie to see 4 sets of eyes in a tree, looking at you like aliens. We decide to throw rocks, but that doesn’t help, they come right back. Levi then says that we should tape up our coolers, which is exactly what we do. The next day, we wake up to see that a tent had been ripped open, with crackers, boxes, and drinks tossed and turned around…A WAR WAS AMONG US…that night, we put food out for them, but ooooh noooo, it wasn’t regular CHEEZE-ITS, it had some “spice”. Mixed with loads of hand sanitizer, spray, and soap, the raccoons ate all of the 3 bowls…except this time they had all of their friends with them, 8 all-together. They are terrifying, they make the weirdest alien noises, they scavenge and threaten you, I swear we didn’t belong there. And yes, the story goes on…The next night we were positive that the raccoons were not coming back, guess what? YYYAHHH. So, I bought a pellet gun. HAHA. They were screwed, I know it was a haste decision, but what am I supposed to do? We tried spreading Amonia around our whole campsite, making them sick, and throwing rocks at them, so finally I bought a gun. 40 bucks. 250 shots. They were done for. That night, 4-5 raccoons came, we shot them all night, but they got back at us by ripping all of the DUCT TAPE, yes DUCT TAPE, off of the cooler and eating everything. I woke up in the middle of the night and I could hear them drinking and slurpin. The next night came around, and there was only one. I think we killed em. haha. Felony? Don’t know, don’t care, I had to protect my foot, and believe me, if they wouldn’t come every night and steal everything, I would touch them, especially because of how cute they are.
