Here in New York City, where nature somehow manages to thrive between the cracks in the pavement, there aren't a ton of “wild” animal sightings. Sure, we've got pigeons galore and some clever rats running the streets, but for the most part, the wildlife, to many, would seem unremarkable. But I'm not jaded, and I'm happy to report that in my corner of Brooklyn the raccons and possums are thriving. I've even seen a skunk sniffing around my street. While opossums and skunks are arguably dope (unle…