Last year a raccoon came in the middle of the night and killed one of our chickens. It's a funnier and longer story than it sounds involving Kelly, barely dressed, battling the raccoon with a pitchfork while I was sleeping, or at least trying to sleep.
A few weeks ago I went to play video games with some friends. A pretty rare occasion. I got home late, and everyone should have been sleeping. But some of the lights were on which was weird. I saw Kelly looking out onto the deck and asked what was up. The raccoon had returned. With "baby" raccoons. So three big raccoons came to eat our cat food, crawl on our kids' toys and maybe eat our chickens. Here's a picture Kelly took through the cat door before we made an extra effort to scare them off.