I can kind of relate to this raccoon. When I was 17, Grandma asked me if I would straighten up the basement because it was a mess from Gramps and I doing all of our woodworking projects down there. While straightening up and sweeping, I found a glass jug with cider in it. Well, I liked cider and thought I would drink some. At first, I thought it was kind of strong, but what the heck, I took about 5 or 6 swigs of it and when I sat the jug down, I could hardly see, not to mention I became very tired and fell asleep.
Gramps came downstairs and found me laid out on the floor with the jug beside me. When I finally woke up, I had one terrible headache and was very dizzy. I was afraid to walk up the stairs, so I yelled for Gramps and he came to the top of the steps and asked what did I want. I asked him if he would come down and help me up the steps. He did as I asked and asked me if I wanted a glass of cider. I told him “no, thanks.” Gramps laughed.