but she was a wild thing. After Sly left, my husband caught a young racoon and brought it home. His name was Rocky and he lived in the bathroom closet. Our kids were getting potty trained, and I realized pretty quick that a scared raccoon protecting its nest was going to scar the kids for life, so we moved their pot to another room. We thought the raccoon would tame down. Other people we knew had had good luck taming them, but Rocky didn't want to be with us. We gave him to a friend who had a lot of woods around his house. Rocky lived in their barn, and transitioned back to his wild life. I didn't want wild animals in the house with toddlers, but once more, my intrepid husband tried to catch a baby critter. This third attempt involved a baby skunk. It bit my husband and got away. I made my husband go get rabies shots. At the time, they were free through the county health department. Fourteen shots, one a day for 2 weeks. He called the clinic from a pay phone at the local carry out to get details about the shots and talked to someone who screamed curse words through the phone and said, "Don't you f'n know you're playing with death, you idiot?" I heard every word and I was in the car 20 feet away. This same person was the doctor who gave John the shot every day. And every day, the dr. swore at John the entire time he gave him a shot. The doctor was known for his terrible bedside manner, and John was really happy when he got the last one. That experience cured him of trying to capture wild animals with his bare hands, and I was glad about that. His friends were calling him Marlin Perkins. lol Sly was my favorite. She was tidy, catlike, and made cute little cries.
After time past, my husband said he regretted catching the animals and scaring them, and never tried it again.
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