yea so... we keep our garbage in the washroom in our house... cuz we can't put it outside or the bears will eat it..... any ways... we are all sitting here watching tv and we hear a sound from the washroom.... so we are like... who is that? we didn't hear anyone come in... so we open the door and turn on the lights... and there sitting on the garbage is a racoon! he bolts for the window just as I grab the broom. so I poke the fucker and he dives for it. he landed right on the concrete, and it is like 15 feet down. but he was fine. and thats my story about the racoon in the house.
I like dead kittens.