As long as I've touched on the small mammal scene already, we should take a moment to once again ask the perennial question: what mischief have the rascally raccoons gotten themselves into now? Same old, same old... diggin' through garbage, gettin' all rabid, and once again one has found himself stuck atop a pole. This ho-hum behavior on the part of our native coons stands in stark contrast to the situation in Great Britain, where paraffin-huffing racoons are a recognized problem, commonly found knackered and taking a kip under your bonnet in carparks frequented by gits in Bromley and Newcastle-upon-Tyne.