About FORAGING RACCOON

You’re camping at Yosemite. Birds are singing. A raccoon is foraging in a nearby stream. It’s just after sunset and a crisp breeze carries the resinous aroma of pine needles. You’re kicking back in your lawn chair with a grapefruit soda. You catch the familiar whiff of dankness wafting from a couple of campsites over and breathe deeply. You head over to fetch a beer when you realize the f’ing raccoon raided the cooler.