In one of my most recent posts, I alluded to a dislike of raccoons saying, "That's a story for another day." Well, today's the day. I think it may have all started on Highway 136 in McLean County four years ago. I had just emceed the Miss McLean County pageant and had to buzz Livermore before I came home. On the way, I hit a raccoon. The poor thing was kind of dumb; it saw me and started running but instead of diving off the road, it turned into the road and BAM! Kind of gruesome, I know, but not to worry, raccoon lovers! Paybacks are H-E-double hockey sticks! And I got mine three months later in the Great Smoky Mountains.