I forgot to mention yesterday I had my first predawn encounter with a Raccoon. We both survived, thankfully, but I'm not sure who was more scared, the raccoon or me.
It was pretty innocent really. I was running along in the street (less likely to break an ankle in the wee hours of the morning -- our sidewalks are dangerous) and as I'm crossing another street something starts growling at me. A nasty growl. I think crap, someone's let their dog out and I'm about to get chased and I'm not sure how to fend off a growling attacking dog and I really don't want to get bit. But of course I keep running towards the growling sound (hey, it is early and I'm still not sure what is going on and clearly not thinking straight). So I get to the other side of the street and look over expecting to see the attacking dog and there is this raccoon huddled up against the wheel of a car just staring at me -- he really was just as scared too -- so I apologized for interrupting him while he was making his way back down the storm drain and I continued on my way.
Oh the joys of wildlife in the middle of a huge city.