I was on patrol at night around midnight on the bike trails that run through the woody parts of the city parks and is it ever DARK. Came around a corner and my headlamp illuminated a GIGANTIC raccoon. Raccoons I see all the time, but not of this crazy nuclear meltdown size. He was in the middle of the path, sitting up on his hind end, with a stick in one hand and a baggie in the other. I am not sure what he had in mind for the baggie, but I wasn't going to hang around to find out what opposable thumbs could do with sticks...after a very un-coplike noise like a squeak of surprise, I decided retreat was not undignified given the circumstances. I totally expecting him to be doing a little victory dance when I turned around to make sure he wasn't going to latch on to my retreating back....he wasn't. He was looking in the baggie.