When I first left academia to become a writer I lived in Newfane, Vermont in a cottage in the woods that had belonged to my grandfather. I worked a 3-9 shift in the deli at the Vermont Store down the hill; at night I would bring back hot dogs and hand them over to the raccoons that used to come to the door. This video clip brought it all back.
Racoon Steals Carpet - Funny bloopers are a click away
2 comments:
why are racoons soooo crazy? we had a family that lived under-over-next-to our apartment a few years back, they were fearless, if you walked by while they were out for a stroll or going through garbage they would just glare at you with a "whut? you gotta problem? I live here too, y'know-" look on their faces"
I know. This is what we love in a raccoon.
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