On the college campus, a woman was feeding 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 to feed the cats if she waited with the bowls and brought them back in after the feeding.
The campus is large and on the fringes, I’d see all sorts of creatures, especially at dusk. One night I found this raccoon dead on a stump laid out like 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? My hope is that he found a stash of chips and died doing what he loved.