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Originally posted by sunnybunny
I guess the animal lovers in the midwest aren't as devoted as they are here in the DC metro area. One of my neigbors (the mother of the "Poor Man's Pamela Anderson" as Chef labeled her, for those of you who have met all my trashy ho friends) who is a wildlife rescuer, among other things, would have come out in the dark, in three feet of snow, or during a hail storm. She takes better care of fauna then she does of her family. Maybe I can convince her to hop on a airplane to Minn. next time.
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Like I said, we have no evidence as to the relative devotion of wildlife rescuers in D.C. and Minnesota because the banshee-like wails of the baby raccoon faded as the baby disappeared into the stormy darkness before I had the opportunity to call anyone. In a poignant footnote to the story, before I saw the baby raccoon, I saw an adult raccoon running back and forth on a neighboring porch, dry but apparently unable or unwilling to help what I assume was its offspring.
