it was about ten o'clock this morning when our dishwashers beckoned me outside and told me to take a look in our grease barrels. not generally being much of a morning person, i sort of drowsily wandered out to see what was amusing them so greatly. peering into the first, i saw nothing, but woke right up when the second barrel contained a seriously trapped and irritable racoon, staring back at me and growling. so, obviously, we couldn't leave the thing in there, both because we're good-hearted people and the idea of getting it out promised some fun early monday chaos. to address the problem, i gathered up ben and ryan, my ministers of mayhem and they set to work attempting to solve the problem. retrieval was solved b
y utilizing a combination of a giant prop chinoise (you can see the handle sticking out of the green barrel in the background) and a trash can containing a good amount of dawn dishwashing liquid, as ben figured the little guy would be badly in need of a bath. as the bravest of our staff looked on, ben scooped the angry racoon out of his greasy predicament and ryan caught him in the trash can, as shown here. we added some warm water to the dawn detergent in hopes of helping to get off some of the grease, swished him around a bit, and then set him free with one more bucket tossed over him for good measure. hopefully, he'll be able to clean himself up from there and his little racoon friends won't make too much fun of the way he smells. i'm still not sure what sort of omen this must be for the week to come, but i'm sure we'll find out. best of luck out there little buddy and i hope this has taught you to look before you leap.
it was about ten o'clock this morning when our dishwashers beckoned me outside and told me to take a look in our grease barrels. not generally being much of a morning person, i sort of drowsily wandered out to see what was amusing them so greatly. peering into the first, i saw nothing, but woke right up when the second barrel contained a seriously trapped and irritable racoon, staring back at me and growling. so, obviously, we couldn't leave the thing in there, both because we're good-hearted people and the idea of getting it out promised some fun early monday chaos. to address the problem, i gathered up ben and ryan, my ministers of mayhem and they set to work attempting to solve the problem. retrieval was solved b
y utilizing a combination of a giant prop chinoise (you can see the handle sticking out of the green barrel in the background) and a trash can containing a good amount of dawn dishwashing liquid, as ben figured the little guy would be badly in need of a bath. as the bravest of our staff looked on, ben scooped the angry racoon out of his greasy predicament and ryan caught him in the trash can, as shown here. we added some warm water to the dawn detergent in hopes of helping to get off some of the grease, swished him around a bit, and then set him free with one more bucket tossed over him for good measure. hopefully, he'll be able to clean himself up from there and his little racoon friends won't make too much fun of the way he smells. i'm still not sure what sort of omen this must be for the week to come, but i'm sure we'll find out. best of luck out there little buddy and i hope this has taught you to look before you leap.
