Last night, I had a near miss with a rabid raccoon.
Let me paint you the picture. It was 12:53am. My friends and I were studying in the piano room. One of my friends needed to use the washroom, which was open until 1am. We realized it was now or never, so we left our other friend to save the room for us (in case there were other crazy students up so late studying?). It was dark outside, the wind was blowing, and it was kind of creepy.
My friend kept looking over her shoulder, so I asked why she was doing that. Her response was that she was paranoid, and I, trying to be funny, asked if she was worried we would be attacked by a raccoon (there is at least one that wanders around campus at night). Only a few moments later, I heard a terrible hissing noise from a raccoon that I knew was only moments away from attacking us. In terror, I screamed, pushed my friend forward and commenced with my “I’m scared” dance of fear while running away from the raccoon. (You should really see the dance sometime; it is quite funny to behold.)
We hadn’t gone very far before my senses caught up with me, and I realized that the hissing noise was just leaves being blown across the walkway. We were both so stressed out from everything (including scaring ourselves silly from leaves), that we were nearly in hysterics for at least 10-15 minutes.
But really, we have seen raccoons on campus, and they are scary stuff.