Last year our family of eleven stayed at a villa on windsor hills. One evening we had stayed in, ordered pizza and drank a few vodkas. After we had our feed we put the pizza boxes in a binbag and took the bag outside to the rubbish trunk type thing at the front of the villa for the refuse collection in the morning.It came to bedtime and the girls decided to tidy up once more as we had had some snacks and the bottles need to go the the bin. Once again the binbag came out (my wife loves binbags) and was filled with rubbish and my wife went outside to put it in the trunk. She came back moments later looking ashen and rambling on that the trunk was moving and that something was inside it trying to get out..........Cue the men storming outside to 'sort it out'
when we got outside the trunk was indeed moving. The lid was lifting about 2 inches high and banging back down again with further banging on the sides. Well in our tipsy state we started to imagine alsorts of weird and scary reasons what was causing the occurance ......the men decided that it would be best left til the morning but my brothers wife had other ideas. She went back inside and came out with a broom and a shoe. She wanted one of the menfolk to lift the lid and she would attack the monster lurking in the trunk with the said items. The men, who were going to sort it out, quickly took a step backwards and muttered that she was clearly mad. So she said she would do it on her own. Now the trunk had been banging all this time which was only a minute or so and the terror was building in all of our minds. So in went Tracey armed with her broom and shoe, she lifted the lid of the trunk with the broom and there staring at her was a raccoon who had ripped the previous binbag open and was eating the leftover contents of the pizza boxes. No sooner had the lid been open the raccoon shot out the trunk and ran across the garden. This happened in the blink of an eye and with tracey's screaming, panick ensued and everyone tried to enter the villa at the same time squashing ourselves in the doorway. The neighbours must have thought we were all bonkers screaming at around 12 at night. In the morning when sober we laughed at how dafted we had been.