Raccoons.

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As it turns out, raccoons are much cuter if you do not live in a tent for months on end. They are always after my breakfast.

This little bit of cross stitch is a result of my frustration.



ETA: Came home last night to find the door open, my stuff strewn about the floor, the tent freezing cold, and my roomie snoozing peacefully in her sleeping bag. I closed and latched the door, and spent the night irrationally scared that I may have trapped a raccoon inside with us.