It’s Not About the Raccoon
There’s an irony to all the love for Minnesota’s famous furry climber.
As an inveterate raccoon junky, I ought to have been more excited about #MPRraccoon, the desperate, courageous youngster whose dramatic 25-story climb up a St. Paul, Minnesota, skyscraper transfixed the internet earlier this week.
After all, one of my all-time favorite books is , Sterling North’s 1963 tale of his bandit-masked boyhood companion. I can riff about raccoons in indigenous mythologies—their nimble-fingered intelligence, and also their uncanny ability to sense when fruits are ripe, inspired many tales—and the in cognition. I bookmark stories about raccoons and to climb. Seeing one is invariably a treat.
