Somethingtore up my crotchety neighbor, Archie's, basement. I figured Rats or maybe a Squirrel.
The pest guy came by and looked down his chimney.
"You can come take care of that can't you, T-Bolt?"
Hell no! I can't find the link but I remember reading a story about a guy that put 2 .22lr slugs into one and the raccoon chased him around his yard with the intent of shoving the rifle where the sun didn't shine.
Call the pros, Archie. Raccoons can KILL a person. Rip your arms clean off.
But that explains some tore up dead rats in the neighborhood.
And, of course, having just got over the itching from the chigger bites... Archie's raccoon has brought fleas to his beer drinking TV room in the basement. I really hate insects.
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