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Survival Skills Title: This Story About A Vegetarian Woman's Death Match With A Rabid Raccoon Is Everything Maine's Bangor Daily News has graciously provided us all with what could prove to officially be the story of the week/month/year/infinity: the harrowing tale of a vegetarian Maine jogger's run-in with a rabid raccoon that started with a pleasant jaunt through the woods on a "beautiful day" and ended with a raccoon belly up in a puddle and a vegetarian haunted by the vision of what she once considered a "cute, cuddly forest animal" but now brings to mind something out of "Pet Sematary." The story begins with 21-year-old jogger and non-eater of meat Rachel Borch hitting the trail for a jog on a warm afternoon, thinking to herself, "What a beautiful day." That beautiful day would quickly turn bloody (not really that bloody, but there was blood). Here's how BDN's Alex Aquisto describes the beginning of the insane encounter: Suddenly, it began bounding toward her, Borch recalled Wednesday afternoon during an interview at her home on Hatchet Mountain Road in Hope. I knew instantly it had to be rabid, said Borch, who remembers ripping out her headphones and dropping her phone on the ground. What felt like a split second later, the furry animal was at her feet. Borch said she was dancing around it, trying to figure out what to do. Borch tried to describe what that little freaky creature most resembled: "Imagine the Tasmanian devil," she said. "It was terrifying." The crazed raccoon began "lunging" at her, the narrow path not allowing Borch the room to run past the little "devil." At this point, Borch resigned herself to getting bitten, so she took the fight to the woodland creature: The raccoon sank its teeth into Borchs thumb and wouldnt let go. Its paws were scratching her arms and legs wildly as Borch screamed and cried. Unable to pry the raccoon's jaws off her thumb, Borch noticed that her dropped cell phone had landed in a puddle of water and had an idea: drown the hateful thing. "I didn't think I could strangle [the raccoon] with my bare hands," explained Borch. "With my thumb in its mouth, I just pushed its head down into the muck." She then held the raccoon, belly up, under the water for what felt like forever. "It was still struggling and clawing at my arms. It wouldnt let go of my thumb," she said. But finally, "its arms sort of of fell to the side, its chest still heaving really slowly." "If there hadnt been water on the ground, I dont know what I would have done," she said later. "It really was just dumb luck. Ive never killed an animal with my bare hands. Im a vegetarian. It was self-defense." Convinced that the raccoon was no longer a threat, she extricated her thumb from its jaws and "bolted as fast": Borch remembers looking back once to see if the raccoon had started chasing her again. It felt like [Stephen Kings] Pet Sematary, she said. Borch ran three-quarters of a mile bare-footed because her shoes were soaked and screaming the whole way, thinking, "Oh, God, what if I just start foaming at the mouth and cant find my way back?" Her mom took her to the nearby medical center for treatment, while her father went to get the corpse, which he stuffed into a perfectly named "Taste of the Wild" dog food bag. (I'm beginning to worry this is a hoax.) The Maine Center for Disease Control confirmed on Wednesday that the raccoon indeed had rabies, so naturally Animal Control issued a statement freaking everyone out about the likelihood of more rabid raccoons out there haunting the trails. "Not to scare people," Hope Animal Control Officer Heidi Blood said, but "when theres one [infected], theres typically another." If left untreated, she pointed out, rabies infections are "100 percent fatal." Yikes. Aquisto ends her delightful story by noting that Borch has absolutely zero advice for anyone who stumbles into a rabid animal like she did. "I always thought of raccoons as this cute, cuddly forest animal," she said. "I just will never look at them the same way." Post Comment Private Reply Ignore Thread Top Page Up Full Thread Page Down Bottom/Latest Begin Trace Mode for Comment # 18.
#12. To: Tooconservative (#0)
She's been watching Bloodline, I think.
I like Otto but he's playing as much as getting serious about killing that coon. Notice that high-pitched screaming from the coon. That's the sound you hear when the dog is killing them, often by biting and crushing internal organs. When the coon still has some fight left, they make a growling sound.
Yeah. Our Goldens like to play with their catch, but then they get serious. I keep them away from the raccoons, possums and skunks. I swear, I'm living in a f**kin' menagerie.
I found that usually a dog just has to learn not to mess with skunks. Possums and raccoons? Open season. Sic 'em! Porcupines are just horrible. Ever have a dog (or heifer or horse) with a snout full of fully penetrated quills? Not fun. I've never seen a porcupine I didn't try to kill. BTW, don't try to run them over unless you have a spare tire handy.
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