One day all they’ll find is his skeleton stripped to the bone, one unlucky but very fat raccoon trapped in the rib cage.

I don't envy the one who has to clean up all that raccoon diarrhea.

Sometimes I fantasize about leaving the city behind, moving to a rural area, nurturing an appreciation of simplicity, and writing a novel. But who am I kidding, I'd turn into this guy.

Uh, rabies much?

Exploring this guy's channel is fun. Go back several months and you can see the raccoons before they were husky, furry basketballs.

Turns out he's a former Mountie who was apart of a famous UFO sighting in Canada.
https://youtu.be/LvnWjFojHMA


And he had a bear visit, too.
https://youtu.be/kF_4vJlFqn8

[raccoons, in unison] 'thank you mister plinkett'