Hit by a raccoon

Tonight, I was hanging out with some people in my ward for the first time (yes, I have lived here for six months, and this is the first time I have hung out with people in my ward) and we were talking about the wildlife in the area where we live. Then, on my way home, what looked from far away like a plastic bag but was running too fast to be garbage, hit the side of my car (just like on Gilmore Girls). I screamed, flipped a U-turn, and came back to try to find it. It was gone. So, apparently, it was okay.

I still shudder thinking about it.