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.