Tuesday, April 20, 2010

What do you do when a Bobcat wanders in....

Ok, so we had some major excitement around here last friday night, and it was just the thing to bring me out of my blogging slump.

A Bobcat in the bathroom.

Yep, that's right, a wild Bobcat in the bathroom!!!!


My Aunt opened the front door for some fresh air and in he walked. Straight into the bathroom and laid down.

Of course Uncle Mark calls Chris at work and tells him to come home right now and see this animal that has wandered into their house. So Chris races home and we all go over to see what all the fuss was about.

Yep, there he was, just making himself at home in the bathroom. Unbelievable.

My facebook page was popular that night. 37 comments. Cool beans.

So anyways, the sherriffs dept and wildlife dept came and got the Bobcat out. Chris and uncle Mark included , it took 7 grown men to get him out. He didn't make a peep the entire time, just wiggled some when they put the snare around him.

While we were trying to figure out what to do, we kept going and opening the bathroom door to look at him and take pics. He just sat there.

Turns out he had been most likely ran over and he was badly wounded. Needless to say, they put him "to sleep". RIP "Shutara" ( of course in all the Facebook hoopla he was indeed named).


Holly said...

First of all YAY!!! for you blogging again!! I have been waiting patiently for you to join the blogging world again, and if it took a bob cat to wake you up, then I am glad he wondered into the house.

Second. holy snot! that must have been extremely crazy! and 7 men to get him out, thats funny. So sad he was hurt so badly and had to be put down. I find it interesting how after he was hurt he almost instinctively went into a human home and waited patiently for help.

Alice Wills Gold said...

That is soooo sad. I am such an animal lover and I am now having an emotional breakdown for the poor bobcat.

Ailyn said...

I would have been FREAKING OUT!!!!!I am so scared of any wild animal. I would have ran out of the house screaming. I saw a mouse once and screamed so loud that Matt thought one of the kids had died.