A couple of years ago my family and I were camping out at a place near Colombia, MO. Two tents (one for the wife and I, other for the kids), with my dog in my kid's tent and my brother's dog running patrol around it.
NO FOOD EVER ALLOWED NEAR THE TENTS...EVER!
I wake up at 4am with a raccoon scratching at the netting window inches from my face!!!!!!! When I looked at him, he started this hideous screeching...and still kept trying to get in!!!
I did what any red-blooded man could do...I screamed like a little girl and punched him through the tent wall!!!!
Between my brother's dog and myself we were able to deal with said psycho raccoon...eventually.
We now refer to this episode as "The Battle of Broken Raccoon".
When I first woke with that thing scratching at the tent by my face...I could have sworn he was 6'4", 300lbs, and wearing a football jersey (defense, of course!).
Scared the heck outta me!!!
Trust me...the little guys are up to NO GOOD!
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