Who am I living with?

Tonight after tracking a trail of debris through the house I cornered Colsen and asked him if he had recently procured a cough drop from my room.  He affirmed that he had.

"So," I said, "You went into 2 different drawers, rummaged through them, then left them OPEN, took a cough drop with you, and then dropped the wrapper on the floor of my bedroom??"

He started to chuckle and said, "I guess so.  It's like living with a raccoon, isn't it?"

It sure is, son.