Yep, those coons are smart. Our wildlife control people are PROFESSIONALS. We know it must be true because it says so on their business card.
The coons however could care less. They refuse to give us their business cards and they could careless if you are professional.
Three days of clever traps. Thus far the coons have avoided all traps. One trap blocked their entrance and they dismantled the trap and returned to the attic.
The score thus far is Coons 1 and Wildlife Professionals 0.
Then their is the bait in the trap. A little bit of old corn. Who wants it? Now some nice strawberry preserves or a half eaten hamburger from Sonic, now that would be a treat. If I were a coon, I can tell you that I would take no chances for a bit of half eaten, stale corn.
Thus far, apparently the coons agree with my taste.
HarleyDad
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