You may recall my article from May 30 all about my definition of happiness. I promised a follow up article to let you know how things worked out. If you have not read that post you will not have a clue what I am talking about here.
Well … a funny thing happened on the way to happiness. If that raccoon had been paying attention as I watched my favorite show (Game of Thrones) he would know that “If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.”
So I happen to have a small ceiling hole the electrician made when he installed my front porch light that goes into my attic. I opened my jar of coyote piss … of course I sniffed … don’t do that … and I chucked it up into my attic. OK I placed it very delicately while holding my breath and scrunching up my face. Clever girl that I am, I then placed a bead of silicone around the hole and slapped a piece of garbage bag over that sealing in the smell. I then ran outside for air. I believe my cat may have rolled over from his spot in my favorite chair. When I came back in he seemed to have moved. He is the kind of cat that understands that whatever the problem or danger is the mistress will deal with it so no need to worry.
So far the smell has not come into my home. I next put another jar under my back steps where it will be protected from the elements but still able to stink out the neighbor’s son and his partying friends. And then I waited! I also sniffed my yard and house occasionally. No real stink noticeable after one day.
I didn’t hear the raccoon scratching or the partiers bleeping on the first night, but we had a big rain storm. The next morning on my way to work I see a dead raccoon on the road. It looked like my guy. Did I scare him so bad he ran in front of a truck to get away from the coyote? I doubt it. He was kind of a cool customer. He once greeted me on my front porch when I came home late. He was totally unfazed by my crazy, screaming dance and bag swinging. I was rather proud that I managed to muss his fur with my bag until I thought … fleas, ticks and lice. Anyway the raccoon noises have ended. There are other racoons in the neighborhood. I assume they will observe a respectful period of mourning before they try to inhabit my attic. We will have to wait and see.
The partiers have not been active either but I also notice that the number one son was moving belongings into a moving van. Maybe this coyote pee is magic pee!