On April 19, just recuperating from tax season ending, I walk out to my car in the driveway, and this racoon crawls out from under my car, twitching and shaking its head. It just lays down and shakes.

It was obviously rabid and its brain had been eaten away. I called animal control. A young woman came, took about 5 seconds to look at it and went back to her vehicle. She came back with a .22 rifle. Buh-bye.


It was obviously rabid and its brain had been eaten away. I called animal control. A young woman came, took about 5 seconds to look at it and went back to her vehicle. She came back with a .22 rifle. Buh-bye.

