Something I forgot when I was about thirteen years old… the pets that I caught and kept at home. Two of em was two young coons. One was a skunk that created quite a problem for my mother because they would get in the house and tear things up. Then she would have to get after them with a broom and kick em out the door. The coon and the cats had regular battles over the cat food, which was very entertaining. The skunk was something else. I had to feed him with an eye dropper until he was big enough to eat solids, then I had to shoot sparrows for him to eat. I got tired of this and turned him loose, but he kept coming back. So, in February (their mating season), I took him back into the woods and never saw him again.
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