One night I heard a bunch of banging and slamming going on at the back of the house. It was one of those things where I knew I needed to go and see what was up but I kinda didn’t want to know. I flipped on the outside light and peeked out the kitchen door window. Nothing. 15 minutes later it started to happen again. I wasn’t very scared to go back there this time. I looked out and there was a raccoon perched on top of my garbage can staring back at me. I yelled and banged on the window but it just sat there. I opened the door. It still just looked at me. I finally reasoned with it by calmly saying “Well, go on now.” and it hopped off and lazily walked away into the darkness.