This. Means. War.

Remember when I told you here and here about the problems we are having with a raccoon?  Remember when I took it pretty lightly and kind of made a joke out of it?  

Well it's NOT FUNNY and I'M NOT LAUGHING ANY MORE.

I am pretty sure the big over-grown rodent we spied on the roof a few weeks ago has nested into the eaves of our house and proceeded to invite the entire neighborhood of raccoons to join it.  These particular eaves of the house happened to be located over top of Nick's room.  And, while I understand that raccoons are SUPPOSED to be nocturnal...apparently they do NOT.  I would have thought it impossible, but we have proof that there is such thing as an animal that needs no sleep whatsoever to survive.  They play in the attic space at night...they play in the attic place during the day.  And, I think they multiply daily, too. 

 Let me put it this way:

1 house full of coons + 1 houseful of Hersheys=NO SLEEP

what-so-ever.

I was remiss in thinking that the critters were using our roof as a sort of hideout.  It was annoying in the beginning when they would climb and scratch across the length of the house in the middle of the night.  But now...there are just no words!  

I'm beyond the point of having patience.  

I don't care if it is a mom and her babies,

or a clan of orphaned siblings-

I don't care what or who is using our house for a shelter...

Enough is enough...

Let the games begin.

I think I'll look up David's number...he seems to know what he's doing...

I've called the Township and been given permission to eliminate the beasts by any SAFE means I can find.

It's up to me...

Poison?

Bullets?

Traps?

At this point, I vote for all three.

PETA...

this is your last chance

I'll count to ten but if you're not here by then-

GAME ON.