Everywhere you turn in Maine, apparently, you could run into a rabid raccoon.
When you do, assuming you don't want rabies, might want to take this lady's advice.
Check out the story at the below link, which includes the following passage:
"Imagine the Tasmanian devil,” she said. “It was terrifying.”
The raccoon sank its teeth into Borch’s thumb and “wouldn’t let go.” Its paws were scratching her arms and legs wildly as Borch screamed and cried.
In a matter of seconds, Borch, who could not unhinge the raccoon’s jaw to shake it off her hand, noticed that when she had dropped her phone, it had fallen into a puddle in the path and was fully submerged.
“With my thumb in its mouth, I just pushed its head down into the muck,” Borch said.
With the animal belly-up, she held its head under water. “It was still struggling and clawing at my arms. It wouldn’t let go of my thumb,” she said.
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