On the return trip there was more daylight which made it easier to see that the raccoon still had his head and was breathing. Slowly. I don't know how fast or slow raccoons are supposed to be breathing. I am not a raccoon expert. But he had a head and he was at least kind of alive so Emily and I were relieved that we were likely not in danger of being kidnapped by some weird voodoo cult members down on Cedar Lake.
And after further consideration, I'm wondering if we interrupted a raccoon yoga session. I think he was doing rabbit pose.
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