Damn Raccoons.

So just the other night was the first night out of Texas. A nice long drive through eastern Texas and finally we hit Louisiana on the 20. Into Shreveport and down the 49 through the heart of the state. We needed to camp somewhere awesome because we hadn't in about 7 days now. A quick stop at the market to pick up a few things and on the way down and we decide to stay at Chicot State Park. The camping looks amazing and there are trees everywhere. We set up camp, make a fire and then decide to cook up some grub even though we had already eaten some bread and cheese(as well as a pb&j personally) just earlier. The food is lookin delicious and we are getting a bit hungrier now that the smells are in the air. little did we know more than 2 would be dinning tonight. all the sudden a mess of june bugs shows up and are wackin out like idiots like they usually do. hiting the lantern, the table, Chad's Knee (as he expresses to me). you know, just being a nuisance. I'm just like "WTF?" "Whatever, lets just make it fast so we can eat." Finishing up, sittin down, munchin down on some grub and i hear something rustling around in the blackness of the trees. flashlight out and curious as to what could be out there. A Raccoon shows up to see what we be grillin up tonight. alert and ready to go we see he is merely going to check out the juices from the canned goods we pour out just yonder. "Alright, no big deal, lets just eat, he'll go away"......."What the fuck was that?!"...... Seems this raccoon has just transported to the other side of the campground lookin for god knows what. alert and ready yet again, we see what he is up to. Then.....Out of nowhere....A loud crunchy ruffle on the table just feet away from us with eyes still on the raccoon we see before us. Another raccoon is jackin the bread from under our noses. These raccoons aren't just some little critters either, these are some big-ass-clawed vicious looking mother fucka's. finished up, we scrap the remains into the trashcan and jump in the tent. laying in the tent, not only can we hear the raccoons trying to lift open what seems to be a considerable amount of weight that is the lid of the trash can that the food remnants are in, but also a loud moaning, groaning call of agony/distress in the distance that we decided to label as an elephant-bear.