Ok Ron, I wish you the best. You're playing Russian Roulette with the Raccoons because they don't play... You will hear it happen and then you're in for a long haul getting rid of them.
That reminds me of a raccoon I knew named Rocky. He had an interesting story...
One day his woman ran off with another guy, Hit young Rocky in the eye.
Rocky didn't like that, He said, "I'm gonna get that boy."
So one day he walked into town Booked himself a room in the local saloon,
and Rocky Raccoon checked into his room Only to find Gideon's Bible.
Rocky had come equipped with a gun To shoot off the legs of his rival.
His rival, it seems, had broken his dreams By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil But everyone knew her as Nancy.
Now, she and her man, who called himself Dan Were in the next room at the hoe-down.
Rocky burst in, and grinning a grin He said, "Danny boy, this is a showdown!"
But Daniel was hot, he drew first and shot And Rocky collapsed in the corner.
Now, the doctor came in, stinking of gin And proceeded to lie on the table.
He said, "Rocky, you met your match" And Rocky said, "Doc, it's only a scratch,
and I'll be better, I'll be better, Doc, as soon as I am able!"
Now, Rocky Raccoon, he fell back in his room Only to find Gideon's Bible.
Gideon checked out, and he left it, no doubt To help with good Rocky's revival.
As far as I know, he still lives somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota.