I have a crush on the raccoons. The other night I saw the babies for the first time this season. I’d forgotten how immensely adorable they are, with their little tribble purrs, tiny Zorro masks, and a tendency to both stray from mom and cling to her.
We admittedly “encourage” the raccoons, as our friend, Hannah, puts it. We leave snacks for them, on the theory that it’s better for all of us if we voluntarily feed them rather than have them roaming the streets prowling garbage cans. And with the recent appearance of the obviously nursing female (we call her Jane), we’ve been certain to provide for her (and hers).
I have been keeping myself up too late at night, hoping Jane will bring her twins around again.
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