Poor raccoon. I know those feels. They suck.
Reminds me of the time we got a free IBC. It had contained molasses and wasn't washed out yet. We were so excited about the find and were planning to rinse it the next day. That night, I kept hearing an awful grinding, rasping sort of sound coming from outside.
The next day, we had a friend over and went to show him our new tank. As we got closer, I noticed the lid was off the top and there was movement inside the tank. Suddenly, the source of the rasping sound from the night became unfortunately clear. I looked in from the top and found a molasses-covered and very distraught raccoon. He'd tried to chew his way out. Luckily, a branch placed in the tank let him crawl out on his own. Sure hope he was okay, I can't imagine getting molasses out of fur is easy. I still feel bad about it.
"The garden teaches us there is something we are all capable of doing. Only with something so small that can be in everyone's hand can we challenge the empire."