Matt and I have taken care of Greg and Wendy's house for five years now. It's become like a second home to us in that we are there quit a bit checking on things. One major problem that they have on the east side is mice. And if there's one thing that Wendy hates, it's mice.
So the cat house has been part of our job. I would feed about a dozen cats or so each week in an effort to keep down on the mice. We were finding however, that the raccoon population was also thriving and it doesn't take long for the word to get out that there's free food. Wendy didn't think that having coons hanging around was a very good idea either so she put a bounty on their heads and for the past three autumn's Matt and I have been on rodent duty.
We set up a live trap outside the cat house with cat food as bait. Then we'd check every morning to see what had popped up. These little guys are smart, a few times, we knew that something had been in the trap but we found it empty. Matt was smarter though and rigged it so that once in, there wasn't any escape.
Two years ago on Halloween we had a stakeout where we stayed the night and baited the little critters. We had a good time but didn't find anything to shoot. We did wake up to a full trap the next morning though so it was worth it.
The first time that I went to check the trap by myself ended up being a day I'll never forget. I walked around the corner and sure enough, the trap was full. Now we'd been learning about raccoons since starting our adventure and found that if they happened to get out, they weren't going to just turn and run away. So I had a little pep rally in my head and grabbed the trap. I stood it up and did my best to still my wildly beating heart while filling the trap with water. (Which we've found is a fairly humane way to solve the problem.) I waited quite a while to make sure that everything was quiet and then emptied the water and hauled the trap to the drop off point. I can't even describe how badly I was shaking as I opened the trap door and prayed that the darn critter hadn't come back to life since his swim.
By the time I got the trap set back up and left, the adrenaline had worn off and I was kinda weak so I stopped and got me a hamburger and Pepsi on the way home.
Wendy found a high tech way to keep the mice out this summer so we retired the cat house. It's nice not to have to run and check it all the time but we have some pretty good memories of the raccoon days and the Christmas's that the bounty money helped us buy.