Raccoon in Ronkonkoma, NY, got its head stuck in a peanut-butter jar, ran up utility pole, and was self-marooned there for 8 hours before a utility worker was able to come try to rescue him with a hook, which jostling resulted in the jar falling off and the raccoon fleeing.

I am sometimes, some ways the raccoon getting jostled and going 'wtf God leave me alone can't you see I've got a problem here?' followed by 'gee thanks for nothing besides scaring the crap out of me and leaving this hook-shaped scrape in my fur' and running off.  I can't help wishing it didn't take as long as it sometimes does to figure out what He was up to, or at least to remember that He knows what He's doing, or at the VERY least to assume that He was up to some good.