Tonight I was at the house of a friend whose house I’d never been to before and there was a noise in the back yard, and my friend said, “Want to meet the raccoons?” So we went to the back yard.
They were like fat prairie dogs wearing mascara. (“With little people-hands,” you probably just thought to yourself.)
Their numbers grew.
They seemed friendly. We threw them food.
If they were to turn against me, I’d be afraid.
I feel curiously invigorated.