Got to see a little raccoon looking for snacks on the fence line tonight. Actually, what I heard was crunching in the dark and then saw two spooky little reflectors that gave away the masked bandit’s location. I stared at him. He stared at me, but kept eating the whole time. “Crunch, crunch, crunch.” It sounded like he was eating Frito chips! I watched him for a bit and then let him be. When I poked my head back outside to see if he was still there, I saw a second set of “reflectors” and assumed he had family come to join him; then I saw the tail. I guess I wasn’t the only one who heard crunching because right next to the little raccoon was an even smaller skunk! Well, everything was small except for the tail. That was big and, thankfully, distinctive. They ate together peacefully for about a minute, then came the chittering. Mr. Raccoon carefully grabbed the last snack he thought he could snag and reluctantly headed back into the woods. Though, I swear I could hear him calling that skunk every name in the book on his way out.