I mean, I am manly enough that I don't mind basically having to urinate off my back porch, but using toilets is a surprisingly hard habit to break.
I am not the worst off hereabouts, though. Last night I heard a loud noise, and then high-pitched chittering of a sort that I'd never heard before. I turned on the porch lights and went out, whereupon I encountered the grumpiest, wettest, all-around most miserable raccoon I have ever seen in my life. If you know what cats look like immediately after a bath, that's pretty much it, only with opposable thumbs. The chittering wasn't coming from this raccoon, but from a tree in front of my cabin, which I gathered contained another raccoon, who had apparently taken umbrage to the miserable raccoon trying to seek shelter in raccoon #2's tree.