This happened just twenty minutes ago. Outside my porch there's a fair-sized puddle, formed from tire tracks and filled by rainwater. Just beyond is a garbage barge, brought in for some major cleaning at the synagogue next door. I was in the kitchen, I saw movement, and went out to the porch for a look. There was a family of no less than seven raccoons playing in the puddle, six big kits and an even bigger mother. I've never seen that many at once, not even on TV. I just stood there and watched, fascinated, for at least fifteen minutes before they finished and wandered off. It was really amazing.
