[We literally went from “No one has seen a rabid coon in their lifetime” to my dad shooting half a dozen in *my front yard* every year.]
Staggering, drooling, seizing, sometimes found dying, out in broad daylight.
The three I had the misfortune of dealing with, after the dogs got near them, were ALL rabid and the dogs had to get boosters and I had to get the whole series.
The local paper had rabid coon reports every week for several years.
It was horrible.