not in Kansas anymore…

The son of our neighbor currently has 2 baby raccoons that he rescued from a barn. I think this son lives in a different house up near the road either on or adjacent to our neighbor’s 50+ acre property, so technically I guess that makes him our neighbor also, but we had not met him before.  He said that the mama raccoon was caught by the owner of the barn and that the babies were found afterwards. He was called because he has raised baby raccoons before, as in bottle feeding them, letting them in the house, basically treating them like pets. Seriously.

So, our neighbor called us over the other day to see them…

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One animal-loving member of our family had them climbing all over her and the other was more hesitant, not really even touching them, but he did feed them marshmallows. They are cute now because they are babies, but they are still RACCOONS!

Shortly after we moved in, a different neighbor on the other side said to us, “You know what they call this (referring to our township), right?” She answered our confused looks with “Robinson-tucky!” It’s all becoming clear now.

All that comes to mind is: “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”