On the college campus, a woman fed the feral cats. The groundskeeper told her to stop, as raccoons were flooding the campus and multiple people, including myself, had seen raccoons on the historic oval. They made a pact that she could continue feeding the cats if she waited with the bowls and removed all the leftover food when they were finished eating.
The campus was large and on the fringes, I saw all sorts of creatures, especially at dusk. I found this raccoon dead on a stump, laid out as if on an altar. I wondered about him often. Had the groundskeeper put out poisoned salty treats to tempt the young one to an early death? Had one of the awful college kids posed him after he expired? My best-case scenario was that he found a stash of chips, got so excited he found a full bag that he had a heart attack, and died doing what he loved.