Today after church I took my bag of garbage (things from the car...wrappers, papers etc) and went to throw it in the garbage container.  Just as I was throwing it in something caught my eye in the container because IT MOVED...normally garbage isn't supposed to move.  I slammed the lid shut and took a step back until I could catch my breath.  Then I slooooowly opened the lid and peered in...and there was a little raccoon.  He obviously wasn't an adult but he wasn't a baby either.  And he was sleeping.  I called for Mike and told him there's a raccoon in the garbage and that I need him to get it out...my neighbor Barb heard me and said to call Animal  Control.  Animal Control is a joke.  I called and got a recording to call the sherriff's office.  I called the Sherriff's department and they gave me the number to an animal removal service.  I called the animal removal service and I got a recording to leave my name.  At that point I was just irritated so I decided to take matters into my own hands.  Mike said something like "I could pop a few pellets in his head if you want" and I said something like "yeah because you're such a big tough man, right?" (this guy doesn't have a "real" gun and I don't think he coudl shoot any living thing)  My concern was the cute fuzzy raccoon may have rabies.  That and the fact that when I threw the bag in it landed on it's head and I was afraid it had brain damage.  Well, anywho, I went out there with my camera (DUH!) and a broom and I moved the McDonalds bag with the broom handle to see if the Rocky Raccoon could move...As soon as I touched the bag he started to pull his head out from under it so I knew he was ok.  I quick flipped the lid back and we went inside (NIcole was watching).  Mike went out to check about 1/2 hour ago and he's gone so he's  probably under my deck now.  He was so cute...I really wanted to pet him but I restrained myself because having shots in my stomach doesn't sound like a good family activitiy.

Here's the best picture I could get...I was trying to be quick and sneaky (not that he cared...he slept through the whole ordeal!)