Raccoons are fucking mental.
I woke up once to a raccoon scratching at my window trying to get it. When I banged on it to shoo him away he vandalized my front porch by knocking over ever single one of my plants.
Another time I heard something crash on my back balcony. I went outside and saw another (maybe same?) raccoon knock over a plant and was heading down the stairs. He looked up to me as to say, "Hey, fuck you and your plant, bro", and then sauntered down like he didn't give two-shits.