Reminds me of one story Dad told me. So basically when he was a itty bitty boy, He was with my diseases grandpa, who is his dad, going on an fishing trip. But grandpa couldn't find a nearby gas station on the way, and he arrives at someone's house, and takes a massive, ear exploding, nose burning capital D in their backyard. He assures young dad that the former's shit is a racoon's. Worst of all, when they are leaving the trip, Dad (still a young person) realized something horrible. Raccoons don't use toilet paper.
