Coons are Smart but Real Messy Too.
When school was out after my Sophomore yr at college, five of my buddies and I decided to spend a week camping at the lake before we went to work for the summer. We had a mattress in the bed of each of the pickups and two cots, so we kept our clothes in my room-mate's '50 Ford PU, and put all the groceries in the front seat of my '46 Ford PU and left both windows open to keep things relatively cool the first night. I guess we slept hard after a day of scuba diving and spearfishing, because when we got up the next morning, the inside of my PU had everything torn open, and partially eaten and strewn with flour, cornmeal, broken eggs, and everything else.
A half day later when we got the mess cleaned up and the trip to the store for more supplies, we continued our outing. That night we got smart and only left the windows cracked about 3 inches, and much to our surprise, the next morning we found the same thing,
(and yes, we all slept through the whole thing again).
Half day again, cleaning and the long drive to the store. That night one of the guys was so mad about the events, he stayed awake and unbeknown to the rest of us AND much to my chagrin, he armed himself with MY speargun, and about an hour after the rest of us went to sleep, all heck broke loose, seems as he actually shot one of the rascals with my speargun and the raccoon took off, broke the nylon line on the spear, and although we searched that night and two hours the next morning, we never found either the coon or the spear, (which was the only one I had), but we didn't have any more 4 legged visitors the next three nights either.