I just took out the garbage (since sooooomebody forgot to do it before he abandoned me for the week!). There was a furry thing on top of the dumpster. A furry thing with a big fluffy ringed tail. "Geeet off of there! Go on!" It ran around the side of the dumpster, and I noticed two knawed corn cobs on the ground. I had to laugh, that's so classic it felt unreal. The raccoon peered down at me from the other corner of the dumpster. "Go on, get out of there!"

It's weird, as soon as I saw a raccoon, my brain went "careful it might be rabid". I think once in my life I have been in the same neighborhood as a rabid raccoon, but there was such a big to-do for awhile in my childhood about rabid raccoons being around, that it just always pops into my head.

This one was not. He ran away. And I have to say, as much as I know people dislike their pestiness... they are seriously freaking cute lil critters.

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