As I type this I am wistfully mourning the 24 hours I spent fostering a bb raccoon child who I witnessed become orphaned in Long Island. I’m a sucker for a mammal infant and immediately my maternal instinct goes into overdrive and I would do ANYTHING to tend to a baby animals needs. 24 hours later the baby is in good hands at a shelter and I am completely covered in scratches and peepee (but I don’t have rabies, to my knowledge, yet) and I now carry the intimate empirical knowledge that baby raccoons purr, and my heart will forever remain echoing that beautiful sound. Update: I have come across a wonderful instagram account: @louietheraccoon and I can’t stop crying because I think I’ve made a terrible mistake and I should have kept the bb Roger Raccoon and domesticated him. My cats could use a new kinky brother. Does anyone want to drive me to the wildlife conservation center and aid in a classic kidnap/rescue? Let me rephrase: I recommend driving me to the wildlife conservation center and seeing what happens ..
