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I like to look at them but have has some nightmares when dealing with these critters and possums too. When I lived in FLA I had this coon that would block my way into the house when I would come home from work..needless to say the garbage cans were is home. That fucking thing would make me walk around the house to go in the other door..it would sit atop the garbage can and hiss and growl at me.. it was huge.
I had finally had enough of that fuckers bullshit and came home pissed one night..got out of the car with lighter fluid and a lighter and finally put an end to that fat bastard.
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