I'm proud to say that incredibly handsome man is my Dad. And look at my Mom. Who needs a baby when you have a really cute raccoon. Luckily she felt otherwise because I was born eventually. I had lots of black hair, but no mask. And my parents weren't the only ones that had a special interest in the little rascals. The family cat took over feeding duty. Cute! And can you spot the animal that doesn't belong? That poor kitten is probably hoping it doesn't grow up to be a masked monster like the others. So like I said eventually I was born and I grew up in a house full of raccoons just like everyone else. I'm tempted to not disclose I'm kidding! But there's me with a raccoon so you be the judge. Eventually they all grew up and wandered off without even a thankyou. You know how teenagers can be. We never asked to be raccoon caregivers. But when word gets out that you give out free gumdrops, every motherless coon in a 10 mile radius comes knocking at your door. Honest!