The raccoons just need to make sure he’s not dead or anything.
I mean, no sense climbing down there to rescue him if he’s dead, right?
The raccoons just need to make sure he’s not dead or anything.
I mean, no sense climbing down there to rescue him if he’s dead, right?
And so, Hubris Embarks on his way, solitary. Alone. By himself.
Except for the raccoons. Who knows why they do anything they do.
Weirdos, they are.
Marco the raccoon doesn’t seem to be fazed by Bob’s trick, even now that Hubris has learned it, too.
Maybe Marco taught Bob.
In my experience ‘naturals’ don’t occur very often. People that get called ‘naturals’ usual worked their tails off to get that way. What they are is OBSESSED, and maybe that’s natural. Probably natural.
Maybe I only hope it’s natural.
Whattaya think? Lowell looking deep down inside himself and finding… something that has a raccoon acting skeptical.
Ya never know what’s gonna crop up here at Hubriscomics.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think that Lowell didn’t want to continue that particular conversation.
Ms Wiggins-Ross doesn’t seem altogether surprised at discovering that Lowell has learned that he can have fun outdoors.
Hmm. Wonder what that means.
Ever been out in the woods late and you look around into the bushes and see little green glows? I can tell you, it makes you stop and have long conversations about whether green reflections or red reflections are carnivores. Lots to discuss all of a sudden when it’s an hour hike back to the road and you count fifty seven li’l green glows.
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