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Most Toronto residents have a raccoon story. They steal doughnuts. They ride the subway. They show up at baseball games and airport baggage carousels. They break into banks, reported The Guardian (UK).
And, in Canada’s biggest city, they’re getting more brazen.
“Raccoons are just like people. Some are calm. Some are curious,” said Derick McChesney, owner of a Toronto-based wildlife control company. “And some are just vicious assholes.”
One recent night, Jenny Serwylo awoke to the sound of rustling in her kitchen. Turning on the lights, she found three raccoons helping themselves to bread. Two scurried off, but one refused to budge, holding eye contact with her as it ate.
“He wasn’t very polite, but he wasn’t aggressive. He was just a guy, looking for food. He was going to eat, no matter what,” she said. Each time she poked a broom handle at the raccoon, it would grab it with its paws and yank.
The stalemate continued until the raccoon had had finished, said Serwylo. Then, “he yawned, scratched his belly and just decided to walk out the window”.
The break-in – and the subsequent social media flurry it unleashed – underscored the extent to which the tenacious bandits have become enmeshed in the city’s culture.
The mayor has pledged to defeat them. Numerous businesses have adopted them for their logos. Some Torontonians see them as scrappy heroes, others as villainous thugs.
And over the years, the animals have come to symbolize the growing pains of a rapidly expanding city, where everyone battles for space.
“As Torontonians, we go: ‘Yeah, these are our people,’” said Suzanne MacDonald, a professor of animal behaviour, and the city’s preeminent raccoon researcher. “They’re the animal we love to hate.”
A popular shirt, which once boasted “Toronto v Everybody” – a nod to the city’s desire to punch above its weight – has been supplanted by one that now reads “Raccoons v Toronto”.
For a creature that residents encounter daily, raccoons remain something of a mystery to science. Early naturalists thought they were related to bears. They’re not. Many people believe they have opposable thumbs. They don’t.
And, critically, no one knows how many are scurrying into sheds and attics across Toronto.
“There’s this large animal living among us, that was here first, has done super well – and we don’t know anything about them,” said MacDonald.
There is one fact that most residents can confirm with near certainty: “trash pandas” will eat almost anything. Over the years, a diet of grub and berries has slowly morphed into one that is largely reliant on human food – and that has led to an escalating war with humans over the contents of their garbage bins.
“Any resource can be exploited because they have these lovely little hands and they have a lovely little brain that allows them to figure stuff out,” said MacDonald.
In the corner of a Toronto garage one recent morning, a raccoon made a hurried escape from a wildlife control team, squeezing through a 3in square hole.
“These guys can get through anything,” said McChesney, the wildlife control expert, as the animal wriggled, contorted and eventually escaped. “As long as their skull can get through, the rest of the body goes too.”
McChesney’s last 15 years have been dedicated to outwitting the beasts. Instead of catching them, he seals off entry points and installed a one-way door which lets the raccoons leave in search of food, but prevents them from returning.
Despite witnessing the destruction they can wreak, he is unequivocal about his feelings: “I love ‘em. They’re such great creatures,” he said. “They’ve bullied their way into the city – and now we’ve just embraced them.”
Not all of the city’s residents share such warm feelings, however: half of respondents in a 2014 poll wanted Toronto’s raccoons euthanized to keep numbers at a minimum.
But the relationship is complicated. The following year, a photo of a dead raccoon on a busy downtown street went viral. Over the next few hours, funerary trappings sprang up around the furry body: a framed photo, candles and a donation box.
The raccoon was given a name (Conrad), a hashtag (#DeadRaccoonTO) and a single rose (red).
show source https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/oct/05/canada-toronto-raccoons