Ignant the Coon

I once had a spare room in my house, filled it all with my fishing gear. But along came a nasty old coon, now it won’t let me anywhere near. He took all my rods, reels, and tackle to boot. Now I'm out looking to replace, all my hard earned fishing loot. Not only did he take my equipment, as you can see, he also took my whiskey. His hoarding and not playing well is getting worse, please help me…I fear him trying to get frisky. The coons for sure gotta go, he's loud obnoxious and bitter. Keeping my equipment is one thing. but he's not house trained and wont' use the litter. Cheers, Paul