In case I didn’t make it clear, the only raccoons I’m not bitter toward are the ones illustrated in kids books and cartoons. They bear a likeness, yet don’t remind me of the real-life hooligans that ate every vegetable and herb I once tried to grow and deterred me from ever trying again. They’re the reason I have to buy instead of make my stuffed zucchini blossoms–but if you’re so lucky as to have them growing all over your garden right now, I hope you’re putting them to good use. Have one and think of me.