When our daughter was around 4, we decided to camp with my parents at Tyler State Park. I grew up PUP camping there and loved it. But it had been a number of years since we'd been there.... As we're setting up both tents, we hear lots of scuffling and see the eyes. Apparently the raccoon population was much higher than we'd ever seen. My poor daughter was not cool with all of those coons staring us down so we have her a fly swatter and had her protect us. Darkness fell and we were finally able to sit down to our chili dogs. All was good until my daughter let out a blood curdling scream. A raccoon had snuck over and was sniffing her toes. As we grabbed whatever to encourage him to leave, 2 others had snuck up to the other side of our table and stole the loaf of bread sitting there. They were up the tree. So everything got put up and all was well. But we watched the coons pull the same trick to the people who came in across from us.
Middle of the night, we heard the worst sounds I've ever heard. Really thought we'd wake up to a dead body. Nope, only lost a package of cheese as the brawling coons managed to get in our ice chest which was closed with multi bungee cords. Next trip, there wasn't a raccoon to be found. They were "rehomed". 14 years later and they still keep a tight lid on the raccoon population there.