Masked vandal fatally wounded by homeowner.

Not satisfied with vandalizing our patch of just ripening flour corn, a rogue raccoon broke into our farmhouse by ripping through a window screen in the wee hours of the morning. He then proceeded to fill up on dried cat food kibbles before heading to the living room where he obviously got disoriented.
A loud crash upstairs awoke the sleeping farmers, Leaf & Cielo, at 2:15 a.m. "What was that?" Cielo asked. "Oh, it's just a raccoon I chased off the deck before I came to bed," farmer leaf replied. "Well he is inside the house now," she stated. Another large crash indicated she was absolutely right.

Grabbing the .22 caliber rifle and a headlamp, I bolted up the stairs, Cielo right on my heels. "Holy shi_!" I exclaimed. The raccoon was totally freaked out and was literally bouncing off of the walls as he desperately searched for a way out. Swinging from bamboo blinds, he leaped first one way, crashed, jumped up, clawed his way to the ceiling before falling back to the craft table. Bottles were crashing, glass jars were overturned, spilling carefully sorted beads and feathers out of their containers, and this manic was just getting more frantic by the moment.

Finally he made a dash for the vacant guest bedroom and disappeared into the dark. We began closing doors, until we were sure he was confined to the bedroom. However a thorough search of the room failed to locate this intruder. To prevent his possible escape, I closed the lower half of the bedroom window, then stepped back to scan the room again, rifle at the ready. Where was he hiding?

And then I saw a tiny tip of tail sticking out from the bottom of the venetian blind. He was motionless as he hid sandwiched between the upper window glass and the venetian blind. I eased back over to the window, picked my shot angle carefully as I didn't want to shoot out the window, and pulled the trigger.
We removed the body, cleaned up the blood, and surveyed the damage. We are still cleaning up the crafts area.