I stayed in a large park in Florida north of W.Palm beach called Jonathon Dickenson and there must have been a million raccoons there.I made the mistake of feeding some of them one night and the next night there must have been a hundred of them milling around my trailer and scratching on the door lookin' for hand outs..It was spooky--I couldn't have gone outside without being mobbed by hungry 'coons.So I didn't.