West Island raccoons

An awfully discursive look at raccoons, encompassing poetry, roadkill, and fat.

Every encounter I have had with them has been a pleasurable experience. I have watched extremely cute baby raccoons climb the trees on my property, encountered families traversing the John Abbott College campus within five feet of my nose, watched and listened to loud raucous disputes between individual raccoons that were unlike any battle I have ever witnessed among any species of wildlife.



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