So I'm driving my tired butt home from training at the part-time job last night (Best phrase by management last night - 'omg I forgot you were here.' This bodes well.) and its about midnight. No other cars on the long street through my subdivision. Then I see this big ass raccoon, ambling along, in the street. Its not crossing the road, its walking IN the road.
Well, i don't want to hit it, so i slow way down... and it neither gets out of the road, nor does it hurry up any. I come to a stop and honk the horn just a little.
That got a response, but not what I expected . The raccoon whirled around to face my car and kind of did this back-arching thing and i'm pretty sure it was growling or hissing or whatever raccoons do because its mouth was open, although I sure as hell was not getting out to check. (I have tangled with raccoons on my grandmother's farm and they can be right nasty little SOBs) That raccoon had had enough and by golly, he was going to stand up for his furry right to the road. Raccoon had balls, you gotta give it that much.
So we sat there, staring at each other for a minute and I guess some semblence of survival instinct finally said ''Yo raccoon... you versus toyota equals splat.'' It whipped around again and bolted for the other said of the road.
I continued on my way and last I saw it, the raccoon was waddling up the sidewalk as fast as he could go.