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This tickled me!

I am a raccoon biologist and one of the few people in the state allowed to take in captive bred raccoons that had been possessed illegally. The raccoon in the photos is Moonshine, but she is currently at the animal sanctuary where I work as I had been quarantining multiple new intakes from an abuse case. I still have two males (Rum Tum Tugger and Electra) left in my home enclosure as we are getting them neutered and then hopefully sending them to an AZA accredited zoo.

Also this.

Which led him to this.

Bless this man.

By the way, the topic he was presenting was

@kristaferanka

I LOVE YOU @kevinwada I audibly gasped when I got the package

I had sleep paralysis for years. About once a week, for probably a decade. It was obnoxious. Finally, this one time I woke up in what should have been the middle of the night, and my husband should have been in bed with me, but it was dawn and I was alone in the room, and naturally I couldn't move. It was sleep paralysis. I could just see in the corner of my vision the bedroom door opening and a figure I couldn't quite make out creeping silently into the room.

Rather than being unnerved, I was pissed. I was lucid enough to know this was a sleep paralysis nightmare, and I had just about fucking enough of this shit.

I have spinal cord damage, so limbs sometimes not cooperating is a thing I actually have to deal with while I'm awake. A leg will turn into spaghetti mid step, or my hand will just decide not to grip things anymore. So I focused all my concentration on one hand as this figure I couldn't see quite right started moving around behind me, and started trying to get it back under control as I sometimes have to do with my fingers when I wake up in the morning for real. I managed to get my fingers to move, and then my hand, and then I started pushing myself up and making my body move.

I heard whatever the thing was behind me turn tail and scramble loudly out of the room, and I threw myself to my feet and followed.

Where should have been my living room was weirdly like the inside of a pub for some reason? But as I got out there, the front door slammed as the Thing hauled ass away from me.

me: oh you can go inside the goat? wow look you can see the wooden support system on the inside that's so-

this post: AND YOU CAN FUCK IN IT WERE YOU WONDERING IF YOU COULD FUCK IN IT BECAUSE PEOPLE HAVE DONE THAT

me: i...ok. i need Time to process this i'm-

cargopantsman: QUICK NOW imagine dying by arson while FUCKING IN THE GOAT

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