So I used to have a pet raccoon when I was a kid. My mother was a realtor and she brought home a baby raccoon that hadn’t even opened it’s eyes yet and we had to nurse it with a little baby’s bottle until it got big enough to open its eyes and all that. And after that it just kinda became the family pet along with our Lhasa Apso named Confucius. So we had Cindy and Confucius; and Cindy, she got, she got to be pretty big. Oh, and she loved marshmallows. If you gave her a marshmallow you had to give it to her and then turn around and run because it was like raccoon crack. She would literally attack you if you came towards her while she was eating a marshmallow. So we learned real quick to just give it to her and run, cause she would hiss at you! Like how a cat bows up their back… yeah that’s what she would do.
