Editor, Gazette-Journal:
“I think a cat has been in here,” my husband said, looking woefully at the mess of crackers and cookies strewn all over his boat’s galley. “Cats don’t eat crackers and cookies,” I replied. Our daughter-in-law said, “Oh, you have a raccoon!!” When there was microwave popcorn strewn all over the following day, it was clear we had a beastie on board, but what kind?
We started pulling up floorboards and BOOM! There was a massive raccoon under the galley floorboard. I screamed; my husband dropped the flooring back, and a moment later, we peeked, and ‘huh!’ It was gone! We called Animal Control, and Officers Misty Schwartz and Calvin Johnson came out with their trap and some juicy cat food.
For four days, the boat was sealed up, but no raccoon came to eat. No raccoon was trapped. No evidence of a raccoon was found, except for footprints, on the flat-screen television on the bulkhead. What the heck? We wanted to trap it, so we would know for sure that it was off the b...