@tsarstepan,
Oh, nuts, tsar, you're trying to make me happy. It's working.
I've been fond of a raccoon, Raccy, who birthed in the attic above our gallery studio. Our bathroom, such as it was, was up a giant flight of stairs (17? 23?) to a large storage floor that was quite a mess. Atop the bathroom ceiling, a hole got bigger and bigger via the attic. I remember staring at it one last time.. from my seat.
It turned out mom got the babe/babes out to first story level, which we figured out and called wild life rescue. Woman arrived with very amazing gloves.
Anyway, but for the grace of dog I'd have had a raccoon land on me while peeing, followed likely by mom in enraged mode - the ceiling was a mess the next morning.
I liked our raccoon.
