A couple I know was terrorized by a raccoon a couple of years ago. One morning, it showed up and began prowling around their house and hurling itself at the sliding door. When the husband timidly ventured out, the raccoon charged at him, and he fled back inside. When the game warden they eventually turned to for help hauled the beast away, he said it was just youthful high jinks: it was mating season, and the lad's thoughts had turned not-so-lightly to love.