A toddler that’s distinguished in acrobatics and dabbles in parkour. A toddler that’s kinda Moody and sometimes a crackhead. A very strong toddler with sharp nails and no notion of what’s not to be played with…and a toddler you can not discipline by force or a swat on the butt because it won’t work anyway and besides, the toddler wouldn’t ever forgive or forget it. Now while imagining all that, factor in that this toddler keep preposterous sleeping habits, is never not interested in what you’re doing, and believes entirely that you are at best equal to him, if not beneath him, and therefore sees no reason he cannot also use a hand-mixer or stick his head into the oven or get something outta the refrigerator or twirl the lazy Susan looking for some snacks. Or rummage thru your jewelry box and take whatever he fancies. I can kinda see why they weren’t domesticated.
We had a pet raccoon at a wildlife rehabilitation center. She came to us from a man who obtained her as an infant. He brought her to us for two reasons: she had been accidentally injured when her tail was closed in a car door and he was moving and couldn’t take her with him. This was shortly before the State enacted regulations prohibiting anyone, including licensed rehabbers, from keeping raccoons, so we said we’d take her in temporarily until a permanent arrangement could be found. We set her up in an outdoor enclosure with beams to climb on, toys to play with and a small kiddie pool of water.