One summer evening I was enjoying a gin and tonic in the backyard when I saw a little nose poking out through the half-opened back door of the garage. "Awww...c'mere kitty," I said to it, and got up to take a closer look, when a raccoon the size of a young Labrador retriever ambled out, climbed over the fence, and disappeared down the alleyway.

Soon I'm going to write a guide for foreigners entitled Canada: Our Wildlife Will Fuck Your Shit Up.

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