so ima boy scout in troop 7145 and i went to residents camp from the 7th to the next saturday in july.
i had a tent that didn't have a zipper and was camp-owned
this tent instead had 3 ribbons to tie shut the 9 foot door.
the raccoons could easily slip in to steal my stuff or bite me any time they felt the urge.
the first night came.
i've never hated trash pandas more.
that night, i woke up to the plesent surprise of a raccoon siting on my feet and my shins, poking me cautiously to see if i was awake.
pure fear set in.
i sat there until 3:05, waiting for it to stop, every now and then pretending to shift in my sleep but really trying to knock it off of me.
at 3:05, it left, scaring awake my tent buddy, Sara.
long story short, i hate raccoons.
when i got home, the party wasn't over.
i had made the mistake of telling my dad, younger brother, older sister, and grandmother.
i got home and was greeted by a birthday present.
a raccoon stuffed animal.