[B]"I wish I could give my son a wild raccoon"[/B]

glynndah said:
I bought this book just for the title.
I wouldn't do it.

You want your house occupied by a wild, clawing, biting, climbing, noisy wild animal?

And then into that chaotic environment, you would introduce a raccoon??

Not a good idea. :D
 
I would not trust any animal that needs to wear a mask while going about its daily [actually mostly nightly] activities.
 
Have you ever seen a really scared, pissed off racoon? It's scarry. :eek:

Several years ago we were doing some utility work and during the night, a racoon fell into some of the underground formwork. It wasn't hurt but couldn't climb back out.

When we came in the next morning, it was really pissed. There were 10 grown men standing around the top of this hole looking down and not one of them would try to get the little guy out. They finally had to take down a section of the forms to let him out. :D
 
I raised 3. They are the best pets ever. Got them all when they were orphaned in the wild (then again, I lived in the wild). My first was still my best pet. Named him Rascal after a book I had read. He was incredible..****, cool to watch (they wash everything with their 'hands'), and very friendly. Unfortunately, they are wild, so as he got older, he would leave for days at a time until one time he didn't come back. I was sad, but had the best memories.

My favorite...He used to 'stalk' my dad. He'd get on the back of the couch and sneak down the length as my dad watched TV. Finally, after taking a long time, he'd pounce on my dad's head with his hands and nip (never even leaving a mark). My dad would jump up screaming, and Rascal would back away from him in the defensive position (chin on the ground between his front paws, moving in a motion similar to a snake). I used to laugh so hard I thought I'd pee in my pants. :D

But in general, I'd advise against having one as a pet unless you can deal with them and can let them go when they're bigger. Plus, you have to be friends with a vet because you're not actually supposed to keep them.
 
S-Des said:
My favorite...He used to 'stalk' my dad. He'd get on the back of the couch and sneak down the length as my dad watched TV. Finally, after taking a long time, he'd pounce on my dad's head with his hands and nip (never even leaving a mark). My dad would jump up screaming, and Rascal would back away from him in the defensive position (chin on the ground between his front paws, moving in a motion similar to a snake). I used to laugh so hard I thought I'd pee in my pants. :D

LMAO...that gives the cutest mental image :D
 
When I was growing up, a neighbor had a pet raccoon. She was a wonderful animal, and I learned a lot about handling wild animals from her- because she was tamed but never domesticated.

This woman had miniature daschunds, a hundred-gallon tank with a moray eel in it, the coon and a rock-and-roll boyfriend. it was a frenetic household sometimes!
 
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