On our trip to Martinique, we took a taxi from the airport out to the small town where we would stay for a week. The driver did not speak English, so when I saw an animal killed along the roadside, I asked him « C'est quel animal? »
He answered « Le raton laveur »
A washing rat? What the heck is a washing rat?
I could see him searching for a way to tell me what he meant, and then after a moment, a smile came across his face, and he said “Davy Crockett!”
“Ah, a raccoon!”