When I was little I always wanted a pet raccoon. I also wanted a pet burro, but that was just a stage I think. I never did get a raccoon, but once I was in Grand Isle and someone there had a pet raccoon in a cage. Also, my dad took me raccoon hunting once. I don't know how that coincides with getting a pet raccoon, but I guess he figured we could shoot a raccoon and stuff it. Then I wouldn't want a pet raccoon anymore? Luckily we didn't shoot any raccoons.
When I lived in Baton Rouge, one of the apartments we lived in was next to some woods. Every night the raccoons would come out and pile into the dumpster to feast. You'd hear them fighting and screaming at each other. It was disconcerting. One night my friend Eric was in town and we heard the raccoons in the dumpster. We went down there and there must have been at least 15 raccoons in the dumpster. When we peeked in, they all just froze and stared at us. So we threw raw meat at them.



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