If you read my last post, you might be left wondering if the killer cat knows no bounds. I’ve wondered about it myself. I can tell you that there are limits to the critters he will tackle. Here’s the story:
Last Monday I was up early, ready to start my new job. When, during the course of my usual routine, I went to let Al out….I discovered chaos in our sunroom. A 7 ft plant was knocked over, among other obvious disarray. The room stank. There was poop everywhere! Silly as it seems now, I was eyeing the cat wondering what had possessed him.
What is not obvious is how skittish Al was acting. And he was very much interested in something under the fallen plant. 
I’m not at my most alert at this early hour so it took me several cups of coffee and trips to the sun room to study the situation and conclude that whatever had done all of this damage was still in the sun room. Apparently something was in the room when I locked up before bed Sunday night.
I started to investigate using my super spy equipment – putting the camera on the floor to take pictures under the furniture, etc. to look in hard-to-reach spaces without actually having to put my face in the line of attack in case the critter freaked when we saw each other.
Finally I found him! The raccoon had snuggled himself into the space between the screen and the sunroom wall. 
By now, my loving hubby was up and I brought him into the action. He got one of our live traps (the one that has an entrance AND an exit – I’ve always wondered about that) and a broom and proceeded to shoo the ‘coon out from behind the screen and into the trap.
The raccoon got it half right. He went into the trap and out the other side, ran across the room and disappeared into the catfood bin (the one with the poop on top) that happened to be empty.
And here’s the raccoon stupefied by the series of events that led to this predicament. No matter how bad a day you’re having, it probably won’t include getting trapped in a catfood bin. I have an entire other set of photos of hubby’s efforts to get the ‘coon out of the catfood bin and into the other live trap (that doesn’t have an exit), but I missed the funniest one of him holding the catfood bin upside down over the trap with the raccoon hanging on for dear life. I was laughing too hard. In the end, he hauled off the critter in the bin (handed off to animal control). 
I just laughed so hard I almost cracked a rib. This is a fantastic tale of “why it isn’t so bad whatever it is” and a tale of animal woe. I would obey all rules given the opportunity to hang in your yard!