Newscoma writes of raccoons and other varmints. She is the new varmint blogger.
When I was a kid, my grandfather always told me that raccoons were most likely rabid. This was back in the day when any animal was rabid, Atticus Finch had to go and shoot them even though he was a pacifist. Or at least that’s what “To Kill A Mockingbird” taught me. See the fake knowledge I’m making up for your very own pleasure, all five of you!
This reminds me of a vacation once when we saw a raccoon rooting around in the trash can next to our cabin. My brother very quietly sneaked out the door, tiptoed down the steps, gingerly reached, and GRABBED the raccoon by the tail lifting it up. All four of the raccoon’s legs splayed out in panic. My brother’s practical joke lasted only two seconds before let go of the poor creature. We didn’t hear any more noise that night from the trash can.
To this day, I still feel sorry for that poor raccoon.
Photo from Kelley Eskridge.
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