Jesus.
I don’t remember coons stinking. I was close enough to be bitten over a cat food altercation once, and one was on the porch when I opened the door for Elijah one Passover. 
Something about that sentence strikes me as very humorous…
[Mel Brooks Voice] “Hi, I’m Elijah, I’m here for my food!” [/Mel Brooks voice]
He’s supposed to show up for a cup of wine. I didn’t let him in. Raccoons are ugly drunks. 
I had a mutt dog that could climb chain link fences. Luckily she was smart enough to not get into trouble when she did it.
Yeah, poor fox! If I recall the story correctly, the police and wildlife rehab center were actually satisfied that it was a quasi-accident. The parent (don’t remember if it was the mom or the dad) had NOT expected to - or intended to - actually hit the fox with anything. It was a panicked “OMG lob something towards it to shoo it off!” and the hammer was the closest object. The fox got startled by the parentlal yelling, turned and started running, and got beaned with the business end of the hammer when their respective trajectories crossed. 
Its human assailant was distraught and called the police to get help for the fox. He/she paid the vet bills too, and Donna (the vet) said he/she seemed genuinely miserable about what happened, and was a blithering idiot until the fox was safely captured and receiving medical care.
I wonder if it’s sesaonal, or environmental? Like glands that get all funky when the animals are feeling particularly sexy or something…
Okay, I googled and an article on eating raccoon meat (gross!) mentions removing scent glands.
You are a braver soul than I. Nice work.
You’re kidding.
Raccoons can climb ANYTHING. They climb any kind of fence designed and built by humans. I’ve seen a racoon scale a concrete wall. A raccoon could scale Everest if there was a bag of garbage at the top.
There is nothing that will keep a raccoon out of your garbage short of solid matter and an actual lock. I tried using twist ties to keep our garbage bin closed but they learned how to untie them. I had to resort to a lock, and I’m quite sure one of these nights I’ll look out there and a raccoon will be picking the lock.