Um, that’s us - the one true vermin.
Verminism is relative.
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Relative to Gaia.
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I am much less patient of raccoons than all of you.
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Vermin is as vermin does.
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I’ve had a lot of raccoon experiences, both good and bad.
One of the other creepiest incidents, but in a different sort of way altogether, was a bizarre morning when I walked out of my apartment at the exact moment that a truck drove by and chucked a cardboard box out of the passenger window. It landed right next to me and a young raccoon crawled out, looking dazed. It started stumbling around drunkenly and flakes of foamy spittle came from its mouth when it coughed. It started coming towards me, making rattling breathing noises. I put a plastic crate over it with a weight on top and called animal control. My guess is that someone got a cute baby raccoon for a pet but didn’t want to keep an angry, horny, rabid (?) adolescent one around.
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I am Groot!
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I saw the play “Dark of the Moon” last night and the climax when the church forced Barbara to have sex with someone she didn’t love had me shaking from memories of far less extreme spiritual abuse, especially because in a sense the church was trying to “cure” her of her attractions.
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