Ice pack and bacitracin (and beer) needed when I got home. A raccoon took me out on the bike path along the North Shore Channel. He appeared from behind a bridge abutment and we collided in a fraction of a second. Luckily, I had eaten my last Butterfingers before riding home, so he left empty handed. He didn't even stop to give me his contact or insurance information, just scampered off toward the river. Its a hit and run, I tell you.