I have a love/hate relationship with raccoons. They're interesting, quiet and have amazing dexterity. On the other hand they are definitely scavengers, and no regular household garbage container could keep them out, at least back in the days when we lived in "raccoon territory." Every night we'd hear the cans being turned over and had to allow extra time in the mornings before work to pick up what they left behind. They'd come right up to the windows in the french doors and peer into the room where we watched television. Once we left the door open just a bit and they stuck their little paws into the room searching for treats.
Yet, the nuisance factor aside, we were hard-pressed to hold it against them. The "cute-factor" got to us in the end.