Keg Party!

When I went to open the door on the bus to let the cats out for the day I couldn't get it open.  Somehow they had wedged something in the way.  After much effort, inch by inch, I got it open enough to get inside.  The entry area was totally trashed with lumber and containers everywhere.  As I proceeded further in it got worse.  The bus looked like the inside of a frat house after a keg party:  bedding tossed every where, food bowls scattered along with the food, kennels on their sides.  In the area where we store the canning supplies there were jars and broken glass the entire length of the room.

There have been arguments in the bus overnight in the past, but never to this degree.  Apparently someone was really ticked off.  Since I'm working at the restaurant over the lunch hours and this is Coop distribution week I really don't have time to deal with a mess of this magnitude.  Grumbling and cursing the cats under my breath I happened to look in the eave above the table saw where (previous to last night) we store trim boards.  Hunkered down as close to the wall as possible was the creature who had entered the bus overnight, undoubtedly by the pet door and obviously caused the disturbance.  Looking at the fur my thoughts were "Oh, crap.  The opossums are back."  I pondered what to do about the situation for a bit and discounted the gun idea, tossed out the trap option as in the bus I'd more likely catch a cat or two, erased the thought of stabbing it from my mind and walked out the door.

When I returned to the scene of the destruction it was still hunkered down where it had been cornered, but now I could see the tail.  Not a naked tail like opossums but a striped tail instead.  This huge furry trouble maker is a raccoon.  You may recall I trapped one of these in the big building a couple of years ago.  They are so cute and so destructive as well as obviously unpopular with cats when territorial issues are at stake.

Last time I checked he had progressed from his fetal position to the point where his face was visible...sure enough, 'coon eyes looking back at me.

I'm leaving the big door open and hoping he will quietly leave during the day while I'm at work and his experience was so traumatic that he won't return.  Keep your fingers crossed he'll be gone when I get home and won't come back so I won't have to deal with him.