We have garage doors at my job, and I cracked them open a little to let the store cool off while I got changed and set up for the morning.
Next thing I know a delivery guy knocks on the front door and tells me he saw two adolescent raccoons run inside.
Sure enough I spent the next ten minutes chasing them out with a straw broom, for their and my safety. By the time my boss showed up I hadn't gotten to anything.
He gave me grief until I showed him this picture (blurred for my privacy) and sure enough, either I didn't get them both out last time or one of them snuck in again and I chased the poor thing out again 5 minutes ago.
It peed on some of our boxes. I'm sorry you were scared to death, little buddy, but nothing you can eat in here is going to do anything but kill you awfully, please stay away.
