Growing up in rural Arkansas I never considered raccoons cute or cuddly. The ones you meet out in the forest there are basically nature's version of the ninja.

Growing up in rural Arkansas I never considered raccoons cute or cuddly. The ones you meet out in the forest there are basically nature's version of the ninja. Vile things that will hiss at you and attack animals of any size. It wasn't until I moved to California that I saw the suburban variety of raccoon. I was taking the trash out to the dumpster when I came upon this fat, slow raccoon waddling across the parking lot. Seeing me made it waddle slightly faster, at a point where it tried to go underneath a Civic. It was too fat to do that and got stuck halfway and squealed a little bit before it glanced back at me and waddled around the car.