On an irregular schedule, sometimes weeks apart, I put leftovers in an aluminum plate in the back yard at sunset. Last night, a bonanza of expensive dry cat food and roasted chicken went out, and tonight stale bread chunks.
The bandit showed up before sunset. He took a big chunk of bread and made off into the woods because he saw us both watching from the window.
As usual, when I look in the morning, the plate will be licked clean, and I will not have witnessed either possum, dillo, or coon... except for tonight's sighting.
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