Many, MANY years ago, my at-the-time boyfriend took me to visit some friends of his grandparents. The elderly couple told of taking in a baby raccoon and raising it as if it were family with the rest of their pets, and how sweet it was. One day, while the woman was washing dishes as usual, it ran across the kitchen and attacked her and severely tore up her lower legs. It then smashed through the back door screen and ran out of their lives forever.
No, it wasn’t rabid. She foolishly never went for the shots, but she didn’t get rabies either.
I like wild animals, but they get to stay outside.
