No matter how cute and cuddly they look—do not approach these rabid beasts. Why you may ask? Because they will eff you up and take your garbage too.
I was convinced a few months ago that they might make a good backyard pet. I saw some curled up on one of the ledges of the college roof and the little raccoon fam were curled up like a clan of large house cats. They had long white whiskers, much like my snuggle cat, Cookie and longish flowing fur, also similar to my cat. They had black, long non-retractable razor sharp claws and rabies. Cookie, however, has never given me rabies.
I thought me and these beasts had a good thing going. I didn’t know they existed and I was happy. I often wondered if leaving my bagged garbage would be a problem, but I was merely too lazy or sleepy to do much else other than leave it there to pile up. Garbage day on the North Van is a Monday morning. Who the heck is still sober enough to gather all of their garbage Sunday night and drag it out in pajamas and all to the curb at 7am on Monday? That is bananas! I am waiting for one of these silly statutory holidays to screw things up and move it to a much better day like Saturday afternoon.
To illustrate my point of how deceiving these rabid beasts can be, I thought I would demonstrate in a series of wonderful photos.
This is my idea of a raccoon:
This is what came at my garbage:
This is what Google thinks a raccoon is:
This is what Cookie thinks a raccoon is:








