Well, after some extreme readjusting with things – including people actually using their brains and taking over (which, oddly enough, actually meant doing what I had thought and said that I thought we needed to do all along and also just recently, with developments) – my housemate is now spending the night in a cage underneath the house…
The little buggar looked just oh-so-sad and pathetic, like a dog in trouble, when I first saw him down there this evening.
I had only been inside about an hour and a half, but that was enough… she hadn’t even eaten the can of sardines that had lured her yet, so I wonder if she had just been trapped when I found her.
Nonetheless, I talked with her a bit before I left, and then again when I came home just a bit ago, offering reassurance and well wishes, and explaining the rough plan of what is to come next.
Whether she can understand me or not, I feel she still deserves the care and concern, as a creature of God and all, you know?
He’s still one of us – even if he isn’t human, he’s on this planet to live life with us.
Fortunately, his cage is covered by the house and behind the protective fencing around the house bottom, so he ought to be safe down there tonight.
The guy who actually has been quite helpful with everything (who, by the way, doesn’t even work for the pest control company that has done such a terrible job of this all, but who offered to help, once he saw how things were going the other day while he was here to work on the A/C [also volunteered work]) will be here around four in the morning to take the next step.
Supposedly, if the guy opens up the house wiring and then the cage, the raccoon will do one of two things based on the situation.
1) It will leave the house immediately, because it is on its own.
2) It will rush back into the walls of the house, where it had had no food for days recently, instead of taking freedom, because it has babies up there.
If it is option number two, there will be these other little traps put out that are like super weak mouse traps with food on them, so that they will be annoying to the raccoon whenever she takes the food from them, but likely would be enough to convince her that this is not a safe place for her babies anymore, and so she then would go gather her babies and get out ASAP.
The down side of that is that she might go find someone else’s house for residence.
However, winter is over, so she doesn’t need the same protection, and most of the houses around me are so new and super protected that nothing could get into them, anyway.
Usually, he would be simply taken to this property someone has outside of Houston, but the possibility of babies complicates the matter, since raccoon moms somehow always find their way back to their babies, if the moms are moved.
So, we’ll just have to see how things go tomorrow…
Until that point, I wish blessings onto my housemate who is currently caged downstairs… may you have a beautiful life that is not in this house.
P.S. Please, take your fleas away when you go.