After getting an estimated 4 to 5.5 inches of rain
in four hours I have had a busy day getting rid of
the water that liked our basement better than our
After I got the wife off to work last night I
laced up my tennis shoes and headed toward the
basement to remove the unwanted water. Just as I
reached the top step I heard a crash coming from
I thought the water must be higher than it looked
and something floated into something else and had
caused the noise. Turned out a flourescent light I
had leaned against my workbench fell over.
Then I heard another noise with my one good ear
and knew I wasn’t alone. Whatever was hissing at me
was not another human. So I grabbed my flashlight
and started shining it around the room until it lit
upon two beady little eyes and a mouth full of
sharp looking teeth where the foundation met the
Attitude took over I was ready to fight it when
reasoning stepped in and said “if it has teeth like
that and it’s hissing it may bite”. So I retreated
to the rear to find something to equalize myself
and the teeth. I grabbed my 12 guage but quickly
decided between the noise and the damage it would
cause there were better choices.
Then I grabbed my Colt 45 revolver but thought if I
miss the round could ricochet and I would probably
lose hearing in my good ear. So I grabbed my Stan
Musial baseball bat and was ready.
Already envisioning a demon from the depths of
hell I wondered if the ball bat would help. Turns
out it didn’t. Too much duct work off the furnace
and the wet floor quickly had me on my butt and the
critter was still hissing.
Retreating again I finally was able to determine
the culprit was a good size raccoon and it could
stay where it was provided it let me pump the water
out of the basement. It did, I did, and the water
Tomorrow I go in search of a trap so I can get it
and let it loose in the wild. And maybe a bazooka
with a silencer.
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