Raccoons

I despise raccoons.

One winter they literally took over the apartment complex I was in. I lived on the third floor and one morning I thought my downstairs neighbor was aggressively packing, but it was them tearing the roof off.

They'd strut around above my head like they were supposed to be there. When I came home late, I'd turn on my high beams and chase them around the parking lot until they dove off into a catch basin.

I'd sit right in front of it and they'd take turns peeping out to see if I was still there.

I can still hear that wonderful sound of the trap in my attic slamming shut and their fat arses struggling to get out.

I hate raccoons.