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Sad Streeter: Death of a Raccoon
The night was winding down and we left the Danforth pub with the worst acoustic night ever and headed towards the subway. Barely breathing and lying sadly on the sidewalk directly in front of a preposterous Riverdale housewares store lay a racoon. What to do, we wondered. Was he just napping? Had someone tried to poison him? Should we call for the racoon rehabilitation police.
And then some guy yelled: “We saw him fall from the third floor. He hit the awning and fell to the sidewalk.”
Us: Should we do something?
Guy: He’s not gonna last much longer.
Racoons. Smart enough to muscle into your green bin, but not smart enough to avoid falling off three storey buildings.