Once upon a time, we had pet raccoons. My dad hunted and came upon some abandoned babies and brought them home where my mother and sisters hand fed them until they were old enough for regular food. We kept them long after that, and while I was too young to remember them, I have seen photo's where my sisters have the raccoons on their shoulders feeding them in our backyard.
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Date: 2005-04-16 01:12 pm (UTC)I'm ignoring the idiots in the picture.