Raccoons are funnier than you might think…

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I’m spilling a Miami secret here but I don’t think many people in Miami read my blog anyway, so whatever. I don’t expect a lynch mob at my door anytime soon.

My mom and I go to an adorable little restaurant called the Tea Room in historical Cauley Square all of the time. The antique shop next door is really the main attraction, though. Well, not the shop itself because the shop keeper is a raging you-know-what and the antiques are ghastly overpriced, but…they have raccoons.

A lot of raccoons.

While the shopkeeper seems to hate human beings, she loves these damn raccoons. She feeds them – along with a zillion cats – every day and they live under her shop porch. They are always hanging out around the shop, sitting on the porch, lazing in the trees, attacking customers…no, I’m just kidding, they don’t attack people. Not yet, anyway!

I thought I’d share the fun I had yesterday with the raccoons.

Don’t judge me. I don’t get out much. 

Yeah, so that’s how I spent an hour of my day today.

I swear, if these little rodents weren’t seething with fleas, parasites and probably rabies, I’d take one home and keep it as a pet.

They’re so cute!

…Until they scratch your eyes out.

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Comments

  1. Dana says

    But they’re not rodents! They’re a whole nother class of animal. I forget what. People used to think they were related to pandas but turns out that’s not true–yay for DNA testing.

    I adore raccoons. I’m Cajun and my grandfather, who spoke Cajun French as his first language, often called me Te Chaouis when I was little. Translates as “little raccoon.” To this day when I see a raccoon I’ll say, “Awwww! Chaouis!” like the nerd I am. They always remind me of him.

    (“Chaouis” sounds like “shah-wee.” Comes from an Indian word, Choctaw language I think. Probably means something like “it picks up” or “it washes its hands,” which is what most of the Indian words for “raccoon” mean. Beats the standard French word which translates as “washing rat”… sigh.)

  2. says

    Like Dana, I’m a Cajun girl born and bred. So raccoons are as normal to me as dogs lol Now if you wanna play with something interesting…go find some nutra! 😉

  3. says

    Haha, you’re such a nut :) I love raccoons…from a distance. I think they are adorable but so big and dangerous. So fun that you get to have a nice wildlife show after a pleasant meal with your mom.

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