I tend to avoid red and black because of the University of Georgia.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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When we were camping we decided the raccoons were in a gang. there was a least one beat down that went on . they made the little one pull potato chips off the bottom shelf of the food locker . and our tent neighbors had one unzip their tent and pull out a bag of garbage
Raccoons are like cats with hands, cats with hands that work in teams.
Yes, three people forwarded me that article. Very helpful.
My uncle and family went to Yellowstone last week, and none of them died.
See? P-C provides the anecdata!
Seriously, millions of people go to Yellowstone, and hardly anyone ever dies. It's probably safer than driving.
What if there's driving involved in going to Yellowstone?
Raccoons are like cats with hands, cats with hands that work in teams.
Yes. This is why they are scary scary. When I worked at a camp in high school in the summer, the raccoons had figured out how to open the windows in the main cafeteria building. It was creepy.
I think of raccoons as more dog sized.
A friend of mine had a bear come into her house and try to rummage through the fridge. Turns out it smelled the cantalope from outside and wanted to have a bite. Friend was fine, terrified I'm sure, but fine. She never left her bedroom, and the bear never left the kitchen. Well, it left when the rangers came and got it.
Back in 1995, I was sharing an apartment which had an outdoor entry (stairwell open to the air although recessed to prevent being rained on). One night after work, I came home after dark to find a raccoon sitting right in front of my apartment door. I know that they're notorious for being susceptible to rabies, so I didn't want to go anywhere near it, and I thought that if I tried walking up the stairs, it would try and bolt past me to the ground instead of going upstairs.
I tried to wait it out, but it just stayed there. I ended up driving to a payphone (this was before anyone I knew had a cell phone) and calling my already-sleeping roommate to get her to make noise behind the door to scare the critter away. It was gone by the time I got back home, at least.