back in my college days, I had a house with 3 other fraternity brothers, and we would have parties every weekend. it was awesome, but that’s not the point of this story. the point of this story is that we would always float at least 2 kegs and by the end of the night there would be cups half full of beer just sitting around because drunk people had forgotten about their drink and had just abandoned it.

Ends up, we had a family of raccoons in the neighborhood that really appreciated this. There was a few times that around 3 or 4 in the morning I could look out in the backyard and see them stumbling from cup to cup drinking the left over beer, and then stumbling around like they were drunk.

tl;dr I saw drunk raccoons.