You all know I love Sly Cooper.

Sly Cooper is a Raccoon.

Let me present some Irony to you all:

1. Raccoons are not my favorite animal, Polar Bears are. However, they are #3 in the top 10, after Panthers.

2. I come from a Family of RACCOON HUNTERS.

STORY TIME

So my grandfather, James Blair London Sr. and his father, and his father before him, were all Raccoon Hunters. They collected the pelts of the raccoons and stored them in freezers in the house. However, my Grandfather did this...sort of illegally.

I'm not too sure exactly what he did, but the way he stored them wasn't up to code or something.

HOWEVER ONE DAY when my Dad, James Blair London Jr. (You guys realize who named me yet?) was a little pre-teen, he had a strange experience with the pelts.

You see, the official hunting people came to my Grandfather's door, demanding to see the pelts and confiscate them (someone tipped them off apparently). Well, my Grandmother distracted the officials with tea and cookies while my grandfather....

well...

he went to to freezer...

took ALL the frozen, bloody pelts...

and stuck them inside my dad's bed while he was sleeping.

Now of course my dad woke up very confused..and very cold. But he kept Grandfather's little secret.

When the officials came into my Dad's room, they didn't suspect anything, but my (did I mention my dad was sleeping naked?) dad's whole body was covered in freezing cold dead raccoon.

Maybe THAT'S why he didn't become a raccoon hunter like the family....

Anyway, the officials never found anything, and my Grandpa sold the pelts or turned them into hats (my dad let me wear one of the hats he made when I was younger)

So how's that for irony?

I come from a family of Raccoon Murderers...