I so hope the baby will be all right. The following in no way lessens the coon attack on the baby, or negates the parental responsibility (especially if they were keeping the coons as pets).
About 5 years ago, I had an amazing and scary encounter with a 'coon. I walked in my back door, bringing in a load of groceries. My cats usually meet me at the door, but not this time...they were lurking in the hallway, fur puffy and upset. I didn't think too much of it, but as I was moving the groceries in, a 'coon just walked into my back door and to the kitchen, and went straight to the food bowls. He was fairly large, but I don't have even a working knowledge of coons to know if he was big or normal sized (I don't even know if he's a 'he'...)
I screamed, grabbed a broom, and tried to 'sweep' the coon out. He didn't budge. I was hollering 'get out!' At the time, I had a protective neighbor...he heard this, came charging in my back door, and started hollering himself (by this time, the cats were nowhere to be found...). His girlfriend heard us yelling, and called the cops. My neighbor got scared, and hopped up onto the oven (thank God it was off...) and kept hollering. I kept swinging the broom and hollering. The coon kept eating the cat food.
The cops decided they needed to storm my house...four cops came in the open back door, saw my neighbor on the stove, and drew down on him. I dropped the broom, and hollered "NOT HIM! The (blankity blank blank) coon!!" Once the cops saw the coon, they left the house in a hurry...along with my neighbor. I refused to leave, because of my cats.
They called animal control on an emergency, and the fire department showed up. I put on a big pot of coffee...and shut the bedroom door (where all the cats were hanging out by now...).
Long story short, animal control got the coon, everyone had a cuppa coffee, and it's been the joke of the neighborhood ever since.
Some coons are just pretty darned unconcerned and aggressive - they want food, and boy, they'll get food. I was waiting for him to go open the fridge, you know? Even with cops, crazy ladies swinging brooms, and men hopping onto ovens. Darned thing just kept looking for food.
Then there's the story of the possum who wouldn't play possum...but that's for another day. And I live in a huge city...population in the millions.
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Herding Cats
I'm sorry to be O/T from the thread, but that has got to be THE funniest wild animal story I have ever heard!