I think a racoon just died in my garage...

OK so I jus finished playing WoW, I'm baked as can be, so I go downstairs to grab some food. I hear some noises coming from my garage, so I go into the laundry room, and hear a shitload of screaching, squeaking, scrabbling and whatever.
Sounds like a fucking raccoon trying to go through my shit. I finally hear it tear open my garabage bag, and I'm not gonna go out because who the fuck knows whats really out there..and I'm paranoid as fuck at this point. Then...
THUD! I hear a ton of noise of screaming and what not, then the garbage can falls over, then the noise stops..the mother fucker must've killed itself...Im shocked, and slowly return upstairs with a sandwhich topped with lots of meat.


Thats gonna be an awkward wakeup for my dad going to work..