I went up to the barn this morning to check my rabbits. I have one about to kindle. I don't know why but I turned the lights on this morning. Thank goodness that I did! Hanging off of my hutch was a BIG racoon. When he saw me he jumped down and ran snarling towards me. Of course this would be the morning that I'm in a skirt and nice shoes..... I kept tripping and was scared to death. I've never had a racoon come after me. I ended up running out the door to the pasture and got covered in freaking cow crap right before work! I ran screaming from the barn like a little girl! I'm so embarrased! Anyway, I grabbed the pitchfork and smacked him with it. For a split second I thought about stabbing him with it, but I couldn't for some reason. He ran and hid behind my freaking rabbit food of all places! I locked the barn and went and got the gun. I came back and shot it and missed three times! I really blow at aiming! Anyway, I finally hit the thing. I had to shoot it twice to kill it. I feel like crap that I didn't kill it quickly. It was horrible to watch. I'm glad it didn't eat my rabbits or get me, but i feel bad that it didn't die quicker. I left the body there til my husband gets home. I was too shaken up to do much more. So in the midst of all this I accidently sat my husbands gun in a cow patty. I sat it down upside down by mistake not thinking. I was pretty shaken. Now the barrell has cow poo in it. Betcha I'm gonna hear it when I get home!