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  •  They go in my garage and poke around in everything (0+ / 0-)

    I haven't laid out poison because I have cats.

    Besides, who cares, 20 year old christmas lights.  Still, that Spinrad book is probably underneath them, with a lava light and an old Cheech and Chong vinyl.

    I've also developed a skunk and raccoon problem recently.  The raccoons I can live with, although they scared the holy living crap out of me the first time I saw them, a whole family, staring back at me from the porch where they were stealing some cat food from my cat.  They even growled at me instead of scattering, maybe just to see if I'd bolt first.  Ballsy little fuckers.

    But skunks... No, I don't want to live with that.  My renters, for one thing, don't like it and I could understand if one moved because of it.  I need to get a shotgun and shoot the damn thing.  I've put that off hoping I could trap it, but not even the possums will touch the havahart traps, and I don't want them anyway.  The police wouldn't like the sound of gunfire, but I doubt anybody in the neighborhood would hate me very much if I waste that skunk.  

    "Come on out and say your prayers, skunk, before I blast you to smithereens!"

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