This is 99% indiscible. I'm Roman Mars.

The City of Toronto has a special relationship with raccoons, or at least they think they do.

We're not the only city with raccoons, but we often act like we are.

We like to think Toronto is the raccoon capital of the world.

And we're strangely proud of that distinction.

But we really have no data to back it up.

This is Amy Dempsey, a reporter for the Toronto Star.

Do we have more raccoons than say Chicago or Vancouver?

Well, we don't actually know. You can't count urban raccoons. They're all over the place.

But who needs data when you can feel it in your heart?

A few years ago when a raccoon died on Young Street,

Torontonians named him Conrad and built a vigil around his body with flowers and a framed photo.

So if science ever disproves this idea of Toronto as raccoon nation,

I really fear for Toronto. I think we're going to have an identity crisis.

But Toronto's feelings about raccoons are not uncomficated.

Our relationship with raccoons is kind of a love-hate relationship.

We hate when they destroy our grass and break into our houses.

And yes, they do break into our houses.

Maybe worse than all this though, was the raccoons' proclivity for getting into the compost,

which the city started collecting for the residents in green bins several years ago.

From the perspective of the raccoons, these compost bins were an incredible development.

And all you can eat buffet with the plastic and other garbage already thoughtfully removed.

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