So I take a dive into my last dumpster of the night, just before the sun comes up, like we're taught since childhood...

...how am I supposed to know the dumpster was mobile?

I'm just a simple raccoon!

I made it half way out of the dumpster, but the thing must have been going 40 mph!

So I'm hangin' on for dear life screaming

'I'm nocturnal! I'm nocturnal!

the light is killing me!"

Finally the dumpster stopped & I was able to scurry back to the woods...

do not mess with raccoons