Road trip! In all seriousness, a .22 short in a rifle with a closed action (bolt, lever, or single shot) is no louder than snapping your fingers.
With raccoons, you want to be rid of them forever, and if you live in town of any size that precludes shooting the little bastiges, your second best bet is a Havahart trap and a long Sunday drive. Give them a family reunion with their country cousins.
Very quiet, especially from a rifle. Intracranial application is immediately efficacious.
The animal control guy can’t come until Monday so we have the weekend to see how things progress.
[slight hijack] We’re on Long Island in case that makes a difference and the homemade wine that I was speaking of comes in several varieties, Pinot Noir, Cabernet Sauvignon, Sauvignon Blanc, Viognier, Zinfandel and Raspberry (though we don’t care for the raspberry and only use it to make sangria). [/slight hijack]
I’ll check in the morning and let you know if the Phantom Pooper has struck again.
Ahhh, Super Colibri is one of my favorite things, though I got one stuck in a rifle barrel last month. Just not enough “oomph”!
Coupled with the proper tools, no one not standing next to you will ever know a thing…
Great, now I’ve got THIS stuck in my head.
Something’s crapping in the well, ..in the window well…
I guess in this case no news is good news. The same pile-o-poop is there from yesterday but nothing new. The bricks and the plastic bubble remain undisturbed.
When I was leaving to go on my run this morning I passed my neighbor picking up his trash can which had been knocked over. It made me think that our friend the raccoon had been around but if he (or maybe she) was he chose to shit elsewhere.
The problem with a successful dopefest is that sometimes you are left with a thread shitter’s gift in your window well.
Toronto did that to Barrie with geese. Pissed the Barrie folks off to no end, for it took Toronto’s problem and made it Barrie’s problem.
A successful application of an SEP field to the situation.
Any updates?
Yeah, you’re killing me w/ the suspense!!! Was it aliens?
I don’t think it was aliens but I can’t rule that out either. We’re assuming raccoon but who knows. I still can’t reconcile the size of the poop we scooped out of the window well with the size of the poop left next to the window well. One was much larger. And, I had been smelling something slightly funky in my dryer for a while, I’m going to say weeks but the smell was never strong enough for me to investigate and the laundry came out smelling fine so who knows how long whomever or whatever had been using the window well as a toilet.
The update is, there’s nothing to update. The stack of bricks pinning the plastic bubble in place are doing the job, they haven’t been disturbed and the Phantom Pooper hasn’t returned, at least, it hasn’t returned to that spot.
Animal Control couldn’t make it Monday so we told them that it looked like the thing had gone away and they didn’t have to come so at this point it’s just an amusing story.
Seriously though this:
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The problem with a successful dopefest is that sometimes you are left with a thread shitter’s gift in your window well.
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made me laugh out loud.
but we just found ourselves in the same predicament. If anyone has any advice . . .
when you are sure the critter is not in the dryer (run the dryer for a while).
then put a bird guard over the dryer vent. it is large enough to not trap lint and will stop all but insects.
Sounds like the “Mad Crapper” of Estes Kefauver HS (Dacron, Ohio).
See National Lampoon for details.
I need to know the outcome of this story. I Googled “Who shit in the window well” and got this link.
About 3 weeks ago I started having the EXACT SAME PROBLEM. A mystery shitter.
The window well at my house with the mystery poop isn’t a conventional window well. It’s a retention wall made of boulders and it spans across half of my home in the back yard. I was out doing yard work a couple weeks ago and thought “I better go pull the weeds down there.” I climbed down into the window well and smelled something bad. Really bad. I knew what it was immediately. Over in the corner of the window well was a large tird. Actually, it was a mound of tirds. Not something a stray dog or cat could do. Plus it was strategically located in a spot where the pooper wouldn’t be visible from inside the house.
I immediately suspected the landscapers, but was reluctant to rush to accuse them of taking a shit in the window well. Anyway, the following week a new tird appeared right next to the first one and it was coincidentally on the day the landscapers came to mow the lawn.
I was convinced that one of them was taking shits in my window well, and I was mad. The following week when they came to my house I walked out to their truck before they unloaded their equipment and said to the foreman “Would you mind telling me which one of you is leaving the shit in my window well?” Of course, and as expected, he denied it and so did everyone on his crew. I didn’t believe them, so I said that if they wanted to continue to have me as a customer they would clean the crap out of my window well and I better not see another one there ever again. They cleaned the poo and mowed my lawn.
The following morning I went outside to do some yard work. Right there, staring back at me was a mountainous shit in the window well. I was fuming, so I called the landscaper, said some choice words to him and fired them. I then put on a hazmat suit and cleaned the shit out of my window well.
Well, the landscapers haven’t been coming to my house, but the shit has still appeared. Now I’m wondering if there’s a mountain lion roaming my back yard at night leaving poo in the window well. I live in the foothills right next to the canyon, so it’s possible.
Plausible. They’re also mainly protein eaters w/ large guts like we humans have so it would be a similar composition and size (unlike plant eaters who typically have pieces of plant still visible in their manure).
Hope you can find other landscapers who’re just as good at the same price, 'cause those last people ain’t never coming back.
Well, not without mountain-lion pay…
I am reminded of this story from years ago:
Well this is just GREAT
No answer? No mystery solved? What kind of shit is this?
No really, what kind of shit is it? Where does it come from?
Goddamn it.
