When you’re walking around in darkness, it’s usually disconcerting to hear rustling in the bushes. Fortunately, Seattle doesn’t have many large wild animals, but one should never underestimate North America’s most common procyonid, the raccoon. Sure, they’re cute, but they’re wild animals, and I’ve heard enough terrifying stories about rabid raccoons, so I kept my distance. Soon enough a couple of fuzz-ball babies emerged from the underbrush of the yard, and the family crossed the road, heading off into the night to presumably terrorize the gardens and trash cans of Ballard.

I’ve got another story involving raccoons from a couple of years ago, but I think I might keep that one under my hat for now, since it may find its way into the comic on a future occasion.