Procyon lotor

[mollyringle]

What can make you creep out of the house in your nightgown and slippers, with a baby in one arm and a camera in the other hand, at 8 a.m.? Wildlife photo ops in the city of Seattle, naturally!



Sure, they're filthy scavengers, but I've always liked raccoons. They're clever and bold and cute, and social too. There were at least two this morning, trotting around our yard and deck together, chittering to each other.

Incidentally, Steve once overheard his coworkers discussing pet doors, the type you cut into your house doors to let cats and dogs in or out. One of the people cut in, with annoyance, "Might as well call it a raccoon door." What's great about that line is that you don't even have to ask, "So, what happened?" Hee.

Someday, remind me to tell you about the time a possum got in my bedroom. No, I'm not kidding.

Comments

[elycia.livejournal.com]

FORGET dog doors. A coworker of mine came to work one day with pictures of a raccoon that had jimmied the handle on their screen door, come inside, opened the kitchen cabinet, and proceeded to gorge itself on cat food, despite the slack-jawed humans staring and pointing from the doorway.

They are *way* too smart for their evolutionary station in life.

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

Hah! Yes, actually, I've heard similar stories of daring raccoon ingenuity. They have that whole casual attitude down pat--"Hiya; I'm just seeing what you've got to eat. I'm fine; don't get up." Besides that, they have HANDS! They cannot be stopped!