Last week, I halfheartedly set the Havahart trap down by the pond willows with a tiny chunk of dog biscuit in it.
I hoped to find a ticked off Nemesis in the trap the next day. If so, I would give him a good long shower with the garden hose while the dogs barked and lunged at the trap.
I wouldn't harm him physically, but I have no qualms about scaring him so he might stay away for a few days.
Instead of Nemesis, I found a really ticked off raccoon.
Releasing a coon from one of these live traps is never a simple thing in the land of rabies where you must, must, must assume every raccoon carries the virus. You simply can not risk a scratch or bite from one of these cute, sharp toothed critters.
He was royally ticked off so I gingerly set the trap vertically against an oak and rigged a bit of rope to secure the trap and allow me to remotely open the trap door.
(I videotaped his escape, but numerous attempts at uploading it have failed so ... use your imagination.)
I stepped back about ten feet and slowly pulled the rope to open the trap. He peered out at me, studied me for a few seconds, and then clambered up the oak like I hoped he would.
No harm done to either one of us.