Raccoons were my favorite animal when I was seven. I had raccoon wallpaper in my room and lamented for days leaving a stuffed raccoon named, appropriately, Raccoony in a hotel in NYC. But they attacked my overpriced, only one short season honeycrisp apples last night while we were sitting a mere 3 ft away at our campsite and now I just don't know how to feel about them anymore....

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Ben has an irrational fear of raccoons. I'm not sure where it came from, but it was pretty intense when he was smaller, but still rears its ugly head every once in a while. "Quick, close the door, mommy, so the raccons don't get me." Sorry about your honeycrisp. They are my FAV, too!
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