FI and I went camping last weekend. The first night we were there, I wasn't sleeping well because every little noise was freaking me out.
At about 2:00 in the morning, I was semi-dozing when I heard a loud noise. I swore it was a bear it was so loud (plus I was paranoid about seeing a bear). I smacked FI to get him to wake up. He listened for a minute, then took out the flashlight and shone it through the tent to see what was going on.
What he saw was an adolescent raccoon. He said it had bag in its mouth, but he couldn't tell what it was. It looked at him, scampered a few feet, then looked at him again. At that point, another raccoon (the accomplice) creeped out from behind the cooler. The 1st raccoon headed to the end of the pavement parking spot, looked back at FI, and they both left.
FI got out of the tent to make sure everything was in order. He said he didn't think the bag that raccoon had in its mouth belonged to us. He checked the cooler and everything seemed to be in place.
He moved some stuff around so that no other pilfering animals would bother our stuff, then came back to the tent and said our bag of cheese and butter was gone (a pound of each, mind you)! He said the one raccoon must have lifted up the cooler lid while the other raccoon stole our food!
Those thieving bastards even came back the next night around 1:30 AM with their black masks on. I was in the shower and FI was sitting around the fire. The degenerate raccoons were making their cutesy little noises around where our cooler was the previous night (FI had outsmarted them and put the cooler in the car). He scared them up a tree, and they came back down about 30 minutes later after we had gone to "bed."
We had hot dogs for breakfast the next morning since I didn't have the cheese or butter to make my McMuffins.
Isn't that crazy? I never thought raccoons were so smart!
Have you ever had an encounter with a raccoon or do you have a funny camping story to share?
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