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So, last night I came home to find my Christmas present to Brutus ripped upon. Apparently, Brutus couldn't resist trying his black market organ harvesting curiosity. Cotton fluff was everywhere. So, I pick it all up and sadly threw away a toy that was probably more special o me than my beastie. 

Or so I thought. I came home from work today to find the raccoon sitting the the middle of the living room. Brutus dug threw the trash to get him out. Very touching. And kinda gross. But whatever. I decided to so some surgery and fix his toy...and tada! The raccoon lives to see another play-day.