That's really silly -- that kid better hope dad doesn't take him to a zoo with a lions or bears. I remember seeing some tourists trying to pet a Beaver in Stanley Park a few years back -- we stuck around out of morbid curiosity just to see if they made it away with their fingers intact ;-)

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Once upon a time, we had pet raccoons. My dad hunted and came upon some abandoned babies and brought them home where my mother and sisters hand fed them until they were old enough for regular food. We kept them long after that, and while I was too young to remember them, I have seen photo's where my sisters have the raccoons on their shoulders feeding them in our backyard.

I'm ignoring the idiots in the picture.

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Rawr! Bow to the mighty whims of the raccoons!

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Blood thirsty bastards!

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Now there's a reference only a Canadian would appreciate ;-)

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