Recap: Something in my garage. Coming in at night. Poop. Rat poison. Raccoon party? Cat!
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Not so much. I awoke the next morning to more destruction in my garage. More poop, more pee, more messes, AND the jerk had moved the pavers away from the door. What the hell!??! Clearly, I was dealing with some kind of freakish cat-mutant. Upon entering my car, however, I discovered yet another clue: footprints. Alas, my guest was not a cat. Back to my original idea of raccoon or possum. Whatever it was, it was strong, and I was getting a little nervous for my safety (note: I just added that last part for dramatic effect).
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After discussing the issue, the idea was brought to my attention that maybe this evil critter was trapped in my garage. It wasn't coming IN at night, it was trying to get OUT. The more I thought about, the more it made sense. Frat-Boy-Raccoon was hiding in my garage during the day and trying to escape at night. It was being so destructive because it couldn't figure out how to get the heck out and onto that night's kegger. Alright. Now at least I had an idea of the issue I was facing; I just needed a plan. I somehow had to get this alcohol-deprive marsupial out of my garage.
My first plan revolved around the fact that I have a dog. I have a dog. Dogs chase animals. My dog will chase the animal out of the garage. Well, that plan was shot as soon as I took one look at my dog. If you've met my beagle (Arnie), then this requires no explanation. But, if you don't, let me tell you a little bit about Arnie: He's a wuss. He's afraid to cross the threshold from the kitchen to the living room, he's afraid of his own water bowl, and he's nuts. Really, he's crazy. He's the reason they invented Doggy Prozac. If they had doggy mental institutions, they wouldn't even need to do an evaluation to admit him. He's that nuts. Well, scratch that idea. Damn dog.
On to Plan B: lure the creature out of the garage by putting some dog food outside of the garage and leaving the garage door cracked. Great idea, but it had some potential downfalls. 1. What if I lured it out and it went right back in? 2. What if I lured the entire partying-raccoon fraternity into the garage? 3. What if it liked the dog food so much that it kept coming back or decided to move in permanently? (I mean, I do buy the good dog food. It's "all-natural" which means it's probably made the same as all other dog food but it costs $5 more a bag.) While my plan had some drawbacks, I had to give it a try; I was so over picking up disgusting feces every morning while Gavin yelled from the kitchen, "Momma, did the raccoon poop in our garage again? Can I see the poop?" Ugh. No, you may not.
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Try not to be too impressed. Don't feel bad about yourself because you might not have been as clever as I was in coming up with a strategy-filled-creature-ridding plan. It's okay. Maybe one day you'll have a chance to come up with a really great plan of your own. Until then, I will bask in my glory.