Thursday, August 29, 2019

One bark on “Masked Marauder

  1. A few years ago I lived in one of Chicago’s older neighborhoods, with lots of big old trees and expansive yards. In addition to the usual squirrels, we had raccoons and opossums. If you held still, the opossums would walk right past you and never notice your were there. If you moved, they’d freak out and run. The raccoons, on the other hand, were fearless — early one morning I had one head right at me, prepared to crawl up onto my lap. I stood up and made shooing noises — it got the hint.

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