Well, it is if you're me, anyway.
My parents are among the 300k, but we're resourceful people. You can imagine the same couple that has a backhoe at their disposal also has a generator, so they're doing alright. However, the generator cord isn't quite allowing the back door to shut all the way, and sometime around 4 AM a particularly curious mammal with opposable thumbs figured that out.
So what do you do when there's a raccoon in the kitchen? Call your daughter and borrow her rifle.
It seems pretty straightforward, but raccoons aren't really that excited about being shot at. Plus, Abby (yes, the Scottish Terrier of tunneling under the road fame) had it in her head that *this* was her redeeming moment and was doing her damn-it-all-best to kill the raccoon, which really just meant she was ruining any chance of my dad getting a clean shot.
Oh - and I forgot to mention that he only had one bullet.
And also - the flashlight was going dim because they've been using them constantly.
And yes - that flashlight was my Mag light that I still haven't gotten back after the Abby-Under-the-Road Incident.
One more thing - the person holding the Mag light was my mom, who kept having to scream and run the other way when the raccoon charged her.
It was a glorious, badly-lit circus.
To add to the fun, my parents' St. Bernard (appropriately named Boo, because he's scared of everything) would occasionally stick his head in whatever room the entire escapade had moved to, howl mournfully, and then back out because he didn't feel equal to the situation. Dad says it's just not in his nature to hurt things, and that's a good thing.
My dad is a really big, really nice guy (pretty much just like Boo). He gave the raccoon every chance to make an escape, but once it did find its way back to the screen door it refused to let go of a bag of bread (no, I'm not kidding) that wouldn't squeeze through the crack. So it was time to make use of the one bullet, and unfortunately the raccoon met its bitter end in the bathroom.
Mom says that's OK, because she was tired of the Harvest Gold colored tub anyway.