Wow. Last month i saw a really fat raccoon in my neighbor's yard. It was like, the size of a sheep so I named it Fatty. I hadn't seen fatty for a while, but i noticed that there was a tunnel under my shed.
Anyways...tonight i was out on my swing set listening to my mp3 (yes i still swing on the swings, get over it), and i hear a rustle behind me. I turn around, and about 2 feet away from me was Fatty. Like really close. Like, I could have extended my legs and kicked her in the face. But i was trying not to make her attack me, so i just hissed and clapped and stuff like that. Eventually she ran up a tree and just looked down at me. I was majorly freaked, so i sprinted inside, and i think the entire neighborhood heard me shreiking "Fatty's gonna eat my face!".
But, cute story! i just looked out the window like a minute ago, and i see Fatty near the hole under the shed, with 3 little baby raccoons! FATTY IS A MAMA! awwwww. (but i'm probably not ganna be able to swing peacefully anymore...)