Scavenging bands of raccoons aren’t what you’d expect to find at a romantic spot overlooking Montreal. But that’s what we found, in addition to couples making out, teens bumping rap music and the smell of funny cigarettes. Though, to be fair, the sign does make it very clear that the varmints are regulars at the Parc du Mont-Royal overlook.
There must have been at least a dozen of the masked bandits roaming around, not giving a single care to people. I’ve always thought raccoons were mean creatures, but nature’s homeless (as my sister calls raccoons) were focused on swarming the trashcans. Though my sister swears she heard one growl or hiss at someone.
Either way, I’d say the city of Montreal’s got a bit of a raccoon problem, but they don’t really seem to care. Nor do the carloads of people that filled the overlook’s parking lot that night.
Though, I bet if the raccoons knew what the sign said (It reads “Don’t touch me, Don’t feed me, I am a carrier of illness.”), they’d be offended and not so apathetic to humans.
Photography by me. July 2012.