According to this old advertisement, raccoons are/were “one of America’s favorite pets, has always been and still is.”
Color me skeptic, but has this ever been the case? I mean, I’ve never heard my parents waxing wistfully over bygone days of yore when they would while away the late summer afternoons doing clumsy childish cartwheels on the freshly cut grass in the shade of the cedar shake gazebo of the local park with their bestest friend in the whole wide world….their pet raccoon.
Is it just me, or does this ad seem to come from some alternate parallel dimension of reality where cuddling with the wild animal of your choice was considered just a normal part of childhood?
Perhaps that’s what’s wrong with me. Could it be that the reason I sometimes feel so confused and bewildered about the world around me is because I simply never had the opportunity to contract a raging case of incurable rabies as a child?
I suddenly feel so deprived…