Our first night out with our trailer was going rather well. We were testing out everything and going over all the buttons and systems in the trailer. We go to bed for the night and about a 30 minutes later I hear a loud bang. I wake my husband up to go and investigate. He gets up and looks outside the door, and right there by the door is a raccoon wrestling with our garbage bag that (unbeknownst to me) my husband hung on the handle by the door. He goes outside the door as the coon jumps out of the way of the door however still has his paws in our garbage bag. My husband then gets into a tug a war match with the coon fighting over the garbage bag. Through all this I'm still in bed and don't really hear much of anything. About 7 minutes later my husband comes in and says didn't you hear me, I was saying help help as I was fighting with a raccoon over our garbage. I tied the garbage bag outside on the handle. I was astonished as I didn't know why my husband (who hasn't camped much at all) would tie our garbage to the handle outside the door. He said he did get our garbage bag back.
The next morning when I get up the garbage bag was sitting on the floor with scratch marks and tears all over it. I peak outside and there is a trail of garbage scraps going off into the bushes. I'll never forget it. I know my husband learned his lesson. (What a crazy mess,) I always laugh at it to this day.
