today I was reminded of when we rehabbed baby raccoons when I was younger and I guess I'm still not over it

the first raccoon we rehabbed was amazing, because someone had been raising her as a pet but she was growing up and becoming wild, so we had to sort of retrain her to be a raccoon

I have pictures of her on my head as a kid

we couldn't get her to eat ANYTHING but cat food... it was bad... until she discovered grasshoppers. fricking LOVVVED them

so I spent hours every day that summer catching them

then, when I was a teen, we had two babies, a sister and brother who were much more wild

I named them Sharky and Flipper lmao

I called her Sharky, because she would spend all day chewing on her brother's face while he tried to sleep until nighttime like raccoons are supposed to do

he learned to sleep with his hands over his ears to protect them from her