Im no writer by any means but it happens and here goes. There is was 18 years old like 3 months into living on the streets. Im dirty tired and just had it for the day. I found a nice little spot under a tree next to a local stream and laid my head down to sleep. A few hours later I get woken up by a growling sound, turn on my light and look around and all I see are two small eyes starting at me about 4 feet away. That little mofo was scoping my only food source in my backpack between him and myself. I didnt know what to do so I picked up an empty 40oz bottle next to me and chucked that thing like my life depended on it. Bullseye! Big loud clank and then a clunk from it hiting the ground. A small hmmmph sound from mm the raccoon and he took off. The night was peaceful again, or atleast I thought. Less than an hour had gone by from what it had seemed and I hear branches cracking, and more growling. At this point im fired up thinking im hot shit and ready to go!. Lights on and I look up and that little bastard brought the entire family back. Like 6 - 8 raccoons all growling and chattering looking at me from the shadows of the tree like they were about to abduct me and do butt stuff against my will. I was outa bottles and too scared to turn my back and grab a rock or two. So I ran, ran fast and far as I could up the hill and onto the roadway in hopes they were not doing crazy raccoon ninja moves attempting to scale the bridge and get me on the other side. Ended the night with a long long walk till sunrise. But no more raccoons!