F*cking raccoons ate my parakeets last night. Sometimes, I would leave the birds outside in their cage...they liked to screech and yell at the other wild birds at 5am, so it helped me sleep in if the jerks were outside to do it.
I wake up this AM and the cage is tipped over and open...and there's a pile of bloody yellow feathers and a pile of bloody blue feathers. I should have known better. Never had a raccoon problem until a week or so ago when the a**hats were in my garbage. Woke me up...they were devouring the leftover KFC. Of course, when I looked out the window and saw them...first thing I thought was "What Would 32 Do (WW32D)?" And then 2 nights ago...one of the buggers knocked down my hummingbird feeder and was drinking the necter. Must've been like Red Bull to them.
But now they've eaten Larry and Nelson. Now they're going to die. I will avenge their deaths. And I don't live in a city or a suburb. I don't have to trap them all nice and stuff.
F*ck that. I live in the country, motherf***ers. They're getting baited. Can of catfood in the backyard. And then I'm going to blow them to little tiny meat pieces with my Mossberg.
while scanning this and the responses during a meeting, I knew you lost your birds but I thought Nielsen was the name of a 32green still alive pet. I apologize for ghey remark.
A rule at our rural place is no animals outside after dark unless they are on leashes. Wife wants outdoors pets, no f***ing way.