Raccoons love marshmellows. There’s a raccoon stuck in my box trap as I write. As I baited the trap again last night for the umteenth time, I thought to myself…this is too easy. I have a box trap set between two bales of hay, with a third bale on on top. Here’s how it works: Scatter marshmellows on the ground leading up to the trap, throw a couple inside, raccoon follows the trail of marshmellows, step on trigger, trap door shuts, and I have myself another coon.
I think most of us have heard or read stories that have a profound effect on us, even years later. As I loaded up the raccoon this morning my mind went back to a story I heard years ago by Charles Swindol on the deceptiveness of sin. I decided if I could find it, I would post it on the blog…here it is:
How to catch a wolf: First, the Eskimo coats his knife blade with animal blood and allows it to freeze. He then adds layer after layer of blood until the blade is completely concealed by the frozen blood.
Next, the hunter fixes his knife in the ground with the blade up. When a wolf follows his sensitive nose to the source of the scent and discovers the bait, he licks it, tasting the fresh frozen blood. He begins to lick faster, more and more vigorously, lapping the blade until the keen edge is bare. Feverishly now, harder and harder, the wolf licks the blade in the cold Arctic night. His craving for blood becomes so great that the wolf does not notice the razor-sharp sting of the naked blade on his own tongue. Nor does he recognize the instant when his insatiable thirst is being satisfied by his own warm blood. His carnivorous appetite continues to crave more until in the morning light, the wolf is found dead on the snow!
Like the wolf, I can play away with something for just so long, but at some point, I cross an threshold and I’m a dead man. DM