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I love raccoons. Anyone remember those ads in comic books when I was a kid where they'd send you a live raccoon baby from Florida through the mail? I pestered mny parents so much they agreed to buy me one for my birthday. Sucker actually showed up in a box with holes in it and the words "live animal" on the side. It was a baby raccoon but it wasn't very healthy. I tried to make a pet out of it - my dad built me a nice hutch in the backyard and everything - but it just got sick and died. I guess I'm lucky it never bit me. But I used to feed these raccoons in georgia back when I had a house there. I'd feed them up on my back deck and they had to climb a bunch of stairs to get up to the deck. One of the raccoons fell off apparently because one night, he showed up and was all messed up - could hardly walk and fell over all the time. Seemed like he had brain damage. The poor thing - I would have killed it if I could have caught it, just to put it out of its misery. Anyhow, that one dissapeared soon after - I just hope he died a quick and painless death. Maybe underneath a car.
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