Dirty Rats!

So after the Rack fiasco I set up camp, rode down to the next gas station for supplies; i.e. beer, came back and started up diner. Yum! After walking around the campsite and viewing the beach for a while I Laid back in the tent to cash out for the day. It was incredibly windy and a bit cold (just under 40 degrees) so my sleeping bag was the most magical place to be at that point. I nodded off to what should have been an amazing sleep but a few hours later I was startled awake by an awful noise just outside (or so I thought) of my tent. All of my supplies were located right next to my tent, under the rain fly in my bags. I wrongly assumed that because my food was in ziplocked bags inside of my panniers that it was safe. NO. At that point I had no idea what was happening so I leapt out of my tent with my machette (yes, I've been sleeping with my machette) to find Raccoons having their dirty way with my stuff. I sort of chased them away. They kind of strolled away, looking over their dirty shoulders as if deciding whether to leave or take my life. I retreated back to my tent with everything that I had and not five minutes later I heard that same awful sound. But all of my food is in here... the awful sound that I heard was actually those dirty rats ripping through my tent only four inches from my toes to get at a bag of granola. WTF? I jumped out again and searched for rocks big enough to knock that rats ass out. Needless to say I did not sleep well. ugh...