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It couldn't possibly be the same raccoon that was doing it back when I was 9, could it? Well, maybe. Raccoons might live a long time?
No, the internet machine just told me they're lucky to live 5 years in the wild. Also: Missourian raccoons average about 1.8 years and in Alabama, raccoons live around 3.1 years. I live in Georgia, so I'm betting our raccoon life expectancy is closer to the Alabama-ian raccoons. And lookee here! The longest-lived raccoon in captivity lived 17 years and 27 days. Duly noted.
Anyway, a couple days ago, Gigi called me and was like, "Jessie. Hey. I was wondering if you could do somethin' for me? I have a possum in a trap in my back room, and I need you to come pick him up and road-trip him, you know?"
I didn't know.
"Just carry him down the road in the car and let him out in the woods somewhere."
"Oh." I said. "I guess i could do that. So, it turned out to be a possum and not a raccoon?"
"Yeah, it's a possum. I thought it was a raccoon before, but it's a possum."
Luckily, I wasn't the first person she called on this errand, and just then my uncle Bob walked in and took over the road-tripping procedure, so I just went back to work.
So, that's all been taken care of. Only when I talked to my dad on Thursday, I told him the story, and he already knew all about it, and added another interesting detail:
"It wasn't a possum after all," he said. "She misidentified it."
What was it?
A raccoon. It was a raccoon, just like she thought back before she saw it and misidentified it as a possum.
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