Raccoons are smart as hell. When I was in college, a group of friends and I camped a few times at The Pinery provincial park in Ontario. There were battalions of resident raccoons that would hang out at the edge of the firelight, just waiting to make their move. When we were in our tents, we could hear them rampaging across our cars and other equipment. I figured our food, carefully stashed in a closed cooler, was safe. Wrong. I distinctly heard the plastic creeeeeek of the cooler hinges *, and then the cacaphonous looting of everything inside. They were even smart enough to drag their booty into the woods quickly before gorging themselves. The most emblematic evidence was a plastic half gallon jug of apple cider with a hole gnawed in the bottom, the contents long gone. Our admiration for the completeness of the destruction far outweighed our irritation of losing our food and having to scour the area to clean up the trash.
Well played, trash pandas, well played
*Yes, they were shitty coolers. It was the 90s and we were broke college students
