Our family had pet raccoons when I was growing up. They were fun until the day I tried to coax one out from under the neighbor’s porch. Suddenly my neighbor came out of the door with a shotgun and commanded, “Get on the porch. Now!” A rabid raccoon (not mine) rushed out with a foaming mouth. She killed it and was forced to shoot my pet too. That was the last one I had.
Great. Now you made me cry. Here is my revenge.
p.s. My great Uncle was in this. He was the mooch on the mule that passed by. He was also Mike Fink in the Davy Crocket movies.
Bagster
I am so deeply sorry. What a trauma.