Yeah, I know, most of you are jumping around and cheering, but this coon wasn't supposed to be caught, and wasn't really ready to deal with him. I had the trap out, set for groundhog (the offending animal immediately went up on the road and committed suicide). Well, then I started having trouble with a cat, so I was going to trap it and turn it over to animal control. Wasn't sure how I was going to deal with it without catching things I didn't want to, so I tossed some catnip on the pan, and figured that if it caught it, good, if not, it shouldn't attract anything else. Well of course two weeks later, after the catnip has long blown away and the trap's sitting empty, stupid coon has to walk into it. To beat all, I'm at work until 4:30, and my Mom's the one who found the thing. She sure isn't going to shoot it, and even if I went home early, my personal experience with guns stops at the pellet gun. After this experience, that's gonna change real soon; I'm going to try and talk Dad into taking me to the range so I can learn these things. You can't catch the blamed things when you want them, and when you don't...!