Cursing at the raccoon that got into the garbage last night. I know that there's one living under the deck around the neighbor's pool, and I know it's been getting into the garbage, even caught it once. Until now the thing was at least considerate; I'd see the occasional bag torn open but all the mess was contained inside the bin. Until last night.
We had a deal; don't make a mess and it can go through the can all it wants. I guess I'm going to have to have a chat with it...