Here's my other raccoon story: When my grandmother was a little girl, her father brought a baby raccoon home for her. She raised it and they kept it as a pet.

My great-grandmother would bake dozens and dozens of cookies and put them on the table to cool. Of course, the raccoon wanted to steal them. She would watched him sneak up the chair and take just one cookie.

As you might know, raccoons like to wash everything before eating it. So, he took the cookie outside to the handpump on the water well, where there was always a little puddle of water. He washed and washed that cookie ... which of course dissolved away. She said he was so puzzled, and looked all around on the ground and in both his hands for it, over and over. Then she said he just sat down on the ground, held his hands out, looked at them and "just cried like a baby."

But ... he never washed another cookie!