Tuesday night driving home from work I saw not one, not two, but three raccoons (plus one dark cat), that tried to run out in front of my car within the course of 10 minutes and two miles. Two were on the Shakespeare Bridge, and one was near my house. In nearly five years of living here, though I've seen deer on the hill behind my house, rats my dog has killed, skunks slipping around night's corners, and the usual bands of coyotes prowling and howling, I had never seen a raccoon.
I like to read meaning into such things, especially when they come in threes.
"Nature is a temple where, from living pillars,
Confused words are sometimes allowed to escape;
Here man passes, through forests of symbols,
Which watch him with looks of recognition"
So what does this omen portend? My books offered a paucity of the stripe-tailed critters, so I searched on the internet and came up with disguise, dexterity, curiosity, swiftness, cleverness, banditry, magic, and "unmasking the truth helps one accept hidden aspects of the self, the ability to play many roles in life." Coons are also trickster figures. I don't know what it means.