Things I didn´t expect to happen today:
I stopped by a friend’s, for something entirely unrelated to raccoons, and he mentions “You want a raccoon?” I hadn’t noticed the live trap sitting there with a miserable raccoon balled up in it.
The next thing I knew I´d volunteered to take the raccoon away, since he couldn´t at the moment. We stowed the cage on the back seat of my car and I left.
People who have dogs (or kids?) are used to being aware of the living thing in the back seat, breathing and skritching. For me it´s a novelty. I like transporting birds in boxes, listening hard for their movements and purring.
As soon as we pulled away, this so far mild mannered raccoon went on an escape offensive, resuming the determined attempts to dig out that she had been obviously working it since being trapped.
There was a huge racket in the back seat as the captive clawed and scratched at the cardboard box around the cage. Sounded like she was trying to punch her way out.
I took the little raccoon far away from any human habitations (far, I promise), set the cage out on the ground, and opened the door. Facing the opposite way, the raccoon continued to stare mournfully at me.
Obviously he was convinced that he was about to die, at every moment.
She spent quite a while watching me before relaxing enough to go “back to work”, and when she turned around, zoom! That raccoon ran. I didn´t even get a picture of the great escape.
Unexpected raccoon rehoming. Luckily I didn´t have any packrat-style adventures.