It all started with a bear... *scottish accent* and it changed mah fate. 

...Lol, okay, that was a bad Merida impression. But anyway, sit down; and I will tell you of a tale when a raccoon grabbed my foot for no apparent reason.

  No, I'm NOT kidding with you this time!

It was night, and my family had just pulled into the driveway with a trunk full of groceries. I didn't have any shoes on, and I was drafted to drag the bags inside the house.

So I waddled outside quickly because it was cold, and snatched an armful of bags to haul back into my humble abode. As I was just about to turn to go inside, a raccoon that had hidden under the car had reached for my foot and his claws snagged on my sock. I already had a paranoia of raccoons due to a time when I thought I had locked a raccoon inside the garbage can (lol, that's another story for another time), so I was freaking out. 

It's a darn good thing that his awful little hooks weren't snagged too hard on my sock; I shouted, and ran into the house with the load of groceries still in my hands. (give me a vote for not dropping the groceries onto the ground? <3)

Needless to say, I went back outside with shoes on and a broom in my hand. Thankfully the raccoon didn't decide to come back with any friends of his. I helped bring in the groceries without any more hinderences that night.

So yeah! What would you have done in my situation? Leave a comment below: I'd love to hear what you guys have to say!