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.
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"
ReplyDeleteI know. This is what we love in a raccoon.
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