The bobcat's days are probably still numbered. Since the incident, I have taken on a sort of local celebrity status. Over the weekend, I got calls and texts from good ole boys who I haven't heard from in years. Everyone wants a dead bobcat it seems. No one wanted to come help me take out the soiled visqueen, but everyone wanted to help exterminate the animal.

I was sitting on my couch eating lunch on Sunday when I look out on my back deck and see one of the guys I used to play basketball with in high school. We haven't talked for at least 4 years, because he turned into a druggie.

I walk out and I am like "Whats up?", he explained that he heard there was a bobcat around, and they were there to catch it. Then I looked out in my yard and my brother in law was there, and another good ole boy was down over the hill "tracking" the animal. They set "Have a Heart" traps loaded with old steaks in a couple of locations. Luckily, my brother in law is on maternity leave and can check them daily. He already took a feral cat to his barn, and let go of my neighbors mutt.

If they get lucky and catch the bobcat, I highly doubt they will "have a heart", but you never know.