Yeah, yeah. She called me. My mom is crazy, bro. I don't know if she's getting up there in age or if she's always been like this and now I'm just kind of realizing it, but she called me and she's like, I called 911. I'm like, immediately, I'm like, what's wrong? Like, what's going on? That's not, you know, something that she normally does or anything. She's like, it was a raccoon in front of the house. say mama you called a raccoon i'm like what was it doing was it like trying to get in but she was like no it's dead i'm like you called 9-1-1 on a dead raccoon she's like yes i want them to come get it out the street i like i don't think you call 9-1-1 for that as a matter of fact i know you don't call 9-1-1 for that they're there for emergencies she was like who else am i supposed to call i was like great question but no like you don't call 9-1-1 what did they say she was like They gave me another number to call, and then I called that number. Nobody answered. Don't you call, like, Animal Control or something? I don't know. What in her brain said? 911. Call the police to come get this dead raccoon on my street.