Had a raccoon take up residence under my house. Made enough racket down there that the boss said get rid of it. So, remembering that my neighbor had been trapping raccoons a few years earlier, because they were destroying his new lawn, I paid him a visit and he let me borrow his trap. After explaining how to bait it and top place it by the most likely entrance to my crawl space, he warned me to never pick up an occupied cage bare handed. A broom handle was his tool of choice. Fast forward to the very next morning and you could here the noise emanating from that cage in the next county. Grabbed a broom, went out in back and stuck it through the bars. Boy, did he go after it. Made my fingers twitch. Took him to the nearest forested area, opened the cage door and off he went. Went back to the house and just to be safe, I crawled under to see if there was any damage. Didn't see any, but I heard a noise and upon investigation, I found 4 little bundles of fur huddled together. My raccoon was a she.