Went in the post office in Fishers this morning and a small group of folks were standing near the door. When I got up there, there was a medium sized racoon sitting not too far away, looking disoriented and weak. So, a guy asks me if I'm going in the post office and I'm thinking "no", I just walked up here for the heck of it. But, in the xmas spirt, I say yes. He says, along with the women standing there that maybe I should tell the post office that there is wounded raccoon out front so they can call someone to help it. So, I say out loud that maybe it would be better for me to pull the Suburban up near the raccoon and block the view to those going in and out and put it out of its misery. Needless to say, these folks looked at me like I was the devil. Finally, the guy says again, the raccoon needs help. I tell them that it probably has distemper since I can't see a wound. They don't relent and again tell me to tell the workers inside. I say "sure". Then about the time I walk into the post office I turned and said, "hey, you know that thing is probably worth twenty bucks skinned out". The looks from those folks was priceless. BTW, Sticksender, your xmas is in the mail!