Raccoon on chair
Not the happiest animal in the gentle woodlands. A advertising exec came over to help handle him and he nearly tore the studio apart. My brother came to help-made of a little sterner stuff_ and we held the animal on the chair and got a few sheets of film.
I shook him loose next to the storm drain in the street. Once he was free of the capture stick, he had a long thought about attacking rather than disappearing into the drain. Good sense prevailed. He left.
If raccoons were the size of dobermans, they would be as extinct as sabre-toothed tigers.