Racoons & Dust

I go outside of my front door. My porch is grey, and the paint is starting to wear away from too many years of walking on it. There is a set of stairs, but they start about half a foot away from the edge of the porch. I look down, and notice that there is a very friendly, furry little raccoon there. I don't know what to do, but am fascinated by it. I kind of want it to leave, as I don't really think that it belongs there, so I make some hissing noises & try to startle it by lunging at it a little. It just looks at my cutely, and continues to do raccoon like things. I realize what a weird opportunity this is - that I have never been this close to a raccoon before, and am amazed by how friendly it is. Inexplicably, I kick some gravel from between the porch/stairs at it, and it gets dust all over its fur. It still doesn't go away, and I feel bad for kicking dirt on it, and fall in love with it all over again.