I grew up at nearly seven thousand feet in a small mountain town. I did not have a typical childhood. I never sat in front of the TV watching
|Dad and Yoda, ready to feed some raccoons!|
After 1991 we really couldn’t go in the basement any more; that was the raccoon’s territory now. No joke, they would hiss at you. It was scary, dark; cob webs every where, like walking onto the set of a horror film. We were all grown up now; we knew those fuckers could have rabies! Okay our family had brought this on ourselves. We had treated these wild animals like pets and now they owned the place. Yes the Woodyard family and our herd of cats were living in the raccoon’s territory now.