One night when I was motorcycle camping, I woke to find a raccoon stuck in this barrel-shaped bag/rest I had on the back seat, head and forelegs inside, rear legs and tail outside. I'd left some hot dog buns in the bag, and the darned coon sniffed them out, then got stuck. First I had to convince myself not to kill it (I've developed a nasty dislike for raccoons over the years), then I had to let it go without getting eaten myself in the process. I hope it was humiliated. I think they might be smart enough.

I always, always secure my food properly now. I'm old and I need my not-quite-so-ugly sleep.