Imagine my dismay at seeing an empty fish fountain this morning. Full of water, but totally devoid of big goldfish. The plants in the half-barrels were in disarray, the filter was unplugged and simply pumping water aimlessly around in the bottom barrel, and plant parts were strewn about in the water. This marks the third death in the family in less than a month.
Raccoons had finally found the fish. Took ’em a little over a year, but now that they know, they’ll be back. We humans, however, are a clever species. We’re gonna get raccoon traps and then bring back the 1950s, when American folk hero Davy Crockett was all the rage. Millions of raccoons were skinned to make the coonskin caps worn by every red-blooded American boy and girl. At least one whole raccoon was required per cap because each cap had a full, fluffy raccoon tail hanging down the back.
Hoping not to be wasteful, do any of you have recipes for raccoon meat? Other than as cat food? Or should I donate it to the vultures? They’d probably gag.
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