Mother Nature Hates Me

So, if you've been reading this blog for a while now, you know that I've had a bit of a problem with Raccoons. The damn things have invaded various areas of my house, and no matter how many times I try to stop em, they keep coming back. I finally decided to deal with the little bastards in a more permanent manner, and I bought one of those live traps. I baited the trap with cat food (which is apparently a delictable dish if you're a raccoon...), and left it in a place that I know the little varmits roam.

Time passes. I check the trap. The trap has been sprung. Damnit! I bet the raccons got in, stole the food and escaped without getting caught. No. Waitaminute... something's in there. What the hell is that thing? Turns out, I caught a Muskrat. Well, we think it was a muskrat anyway. After much cursing, and more than a little screaming (That thing is pissed! Watch the claws! Eeek!) Bro and I released the Muskrat back into the wild. And we didn't even get attacked or bit or nothing. With the raccoon problem still unsolved, I rebaited the trap, set it out again, and waited.

A couple of days laterI checked the trap. Guess what I caught?

A MOTHERFUCKING SKUNK!!!!!!!

(Pardon my French. I don't normally like cursing on the blog, but I think this was warranted.)

Anyway, that's my current headache. Mother Nature is a Bitch.