Raccoons in the City

Lyndsey Frondarina
4 min readFeb 26, 2021

A Limerick

Photo by Lyndsey Frondarina

I feed them marshmallows and grapes under the door
and now it’s sticky on my floor.
I want to let them in so bad,
but my neighbors will think I’ve gone mad.
I need to move to the woods so I won’t have to deal with people anymore!

I’ve always preferred the company of animals to people. They’re just easier to get along with. More friendly. Way cuter. If you’re good to them, they’re good to you. I’d trust a stray animal on the street over a stray person . . . is that a thing? A stray person? For sake of this article, we’ll say yes.

My natural instinct when I see an animal is to talk to it, maybe pet it if it looks friendly, feed it (if I have food). My natural instinct when I see a person is to avoid eye contact and hope it doesn’t talk to me. So if you see me walking on the street and smiling in your direction, chances are it’s directed to your dog. Just keep walking and don’t make it weird.

Photo by Lyndsey Frondarina (I call this one Fatty, she may have been pregnant)

We have raccoons in my apartment complex (along with possums, skunks, and squirrels). Last summer, the raccoons started venturing up to the third floor, where I am…

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Lyndsey Frondarina
Lyndsey Frondarina

Written by Lyndsey Frondarina

Just someone using writing as an outlet to deal with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and life in general. Poetry on IG @in.2.the.darkness

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