Jekyll Island is part small town and part wildlife reserve. People here know each other, if not by name than at least by sight. Even visitors to this Georgia State Park seem more familiar than not. Here the deer and raccoon are so accustomed to sharing their island, they stroll through yards and flower beds unperturbed. Alligators bask on the golf courses. The most skittish creatures are likely the feral cats, which are fed and tended to by the locals.
Of course there are exceptions.
When I ask the waitress at the Sand Bar about her holidays, she says they were good. "I had raccoon for the first time," she adds.
"Raccoon?"
"My friend made it." She pauses with her tray on her hip and nods. "It wasn't bad, but I couldn't get past the fact it was raccoon."
"Raccoon?"
"She boils it first and then bakes it in a sauce."
"Like spaghetti sauce?"
"Brown sauce. It was real tender, but I kept thinking of furry animals and couldn't eat more than a bite." She moves away to retrieve our order from the kitchen.
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