Good day gone bad!

When your Really Good Day isn't so good anymore!

I would *not* want to be the one tasked with trying to fish that fluffball out - or should I have said "goofball"?

Not to mention all the wasted junk-food, as it may have peed on every bit in its panic! Our Health Department wouldn't approve!

Imagine the person's shock, when they started to take the plastic off, hearing the movement inside, them seeing that face, lol

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.