My daughter comes running into the living room saying “mom there’s something in the back yard near baby’s doghouse.” Baby being our 17yrar old dog that passed away not long ago. 
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She tells me she is going down there and I’m like not alone you’re not. We get down to the back door, open it and look out only to see that something is laying there dead we thought. Then the baby raccoon raised its head. 

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My daughter shows no fear. I’m like “this is a wild animal be careful while she’s throwing crackers to it  My daughter then proceeds to get a big flat board to put between her and the baby raccoon trying to chase it back in the woods and it works or so we thought.   We go back in the house

After five minutes I here something at my front door. I’m like”you have got to be kidding me.”  I get up and look and sure enough the baby raccoon is at my door.  I go running to my daughters bedroom door, beating on it. I tell her to come and to not bring the dogs   She’s like “ I’ll climb out the window so it don’t get in the house I’m like  “no you’re not”.  So she gets out the door and gets the big pet carrier. The baby raccoon gets to the field beside our house and I’m watching, and calling a dear friend for assistance. My baby somehow gets the pet carrier on top of the baby raccoon, standing in the field in her underwear, with her butt facing the school that is in session. She is looking at me, I’m on the phone screaming “she’s done caught it””what do we do?”  My daughter ask me to bring her a box so she can make sure the baby raccoon don’t get out and she can turn the pet carrier upright. She does and then gets it into a smaller carrier and gives it some food. The friend on the phone is saying to bring it to her so we do. Despite the best efforts the baby raccoon dies after a few days.