I read, somewhere, some time ago, about how raccoons are a bit like Shaolin monks. Perfectly docile and calm, until they suddenly lose it, bigtime, and turn into enraged tigers.
Very moody, and unpredictable, too. Honesty personified. Not always what people like, for sure, but a valuable skill, nonetheless.
I got politely bitten, just this evening, by a generally cuddly baby, hard enough to get my attention, but not quite enough to break the skin.
With 14 of them milling around, feeding, it's a wonder it doesn't happen far more often than it does.
"Squawk!" said the crow, and then made space.