Tracer

On my way home from work, I drove past two baby raccoons (could not have been more than a few months old, smaller than a chihuahua) that were in the middle of the road scared stiff.  I am so happy and glad that I was able to pull off the side of the road and get them off the road.  One ran when I shooed him away, but the other just trembled and stared at me.  He was so scared I was able to pick him up and carry him to the nearby tall grass.

Shitty day with a happy ending.  I'll take it.