I'd put a racoon against a bear any day for creating trouble. The boys and I were camping on an island in Philpot Lake in VA, left the camp for a moment with food on the table, came back and followed a trail of bread slices to the other end of the island that a coon dropped carrying off our food, had one eat a candle, a cigar, and chew the heck out of a plastic coffee cup I'd been drinking hot chocolate from when we camped at the Lower Shoals shelter on the Pinhoti.