They must be from the country and un-Disneyfied.
Oh raccons look cute all right but once you have seen the amount of destruction they cause they look more like trouble.
Sort of like getting all gooey-eyed over a deer. If you have a garden that the long legged rats are plundering or you ever made an unexpected venison harvest with your car they start looking less like Bambi and more like chili and sausage and steaks and sloppy joes.
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Beer Foot looked like a yearling. They're cute when little, but as adults they're just fat and mean.
Coon Tale opportuity.
At our camp up Hazel Creek, a coon climbed the tree, crawled out on the limb, descended the 6 feet of parachute cord and chewed the top off the pack cover uncovering two dozen cinnamon rolls. He ate them all.
Having eaten all there were the coon lost the will to leave the pack or to try to climb the parachute cord. Reluctant to jump the twenty feet to the ground, he remained on the pack, suspended in limbo of cinnamon roll induced lethargy.
It was a great morning, Throwing rocks at a helpless coon is really great sport. Keep in mind there is a vast difference between throwing and hitting. The near misses and hoots and laughter however, motivated the coon to suceed where he previously lacked the will.
There is a lesson here for many Americans.