The world must know of the dangers posed by mutant unkillable raccoons. Here’s a bit to whet your appetite:
“Looking back on the events of the evening, this is probably the point when I should have realized that things might not work out exactly as I had anticipated. But he was up there in the tree, expressing, in the strongest possible terms, his utter disregard for me, my entire species, and my puny little rifle. So what are you going to do? I loaded up the gun and I shot his ass again.”
“…he immediately latched his teeth into the stock, got ahold of it with his claws, and proceeded to climb UP the gun, having apparently decided that would provide the quickest and most expeditious route to my throat. I might have gotten just a little bit freaked out at that point.”
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Hat tip to Bayou Renaissance Man.