I'm kicking the hostas in atypical fashion (in my underwear) at 5:00 a.m. after a feed under the glow of Jupiter and it's moons and I spy movement out of the corner of my eye. A raccoon at the end of my driveway has spotted me. I spook it, but it growls and backs up.

Cute lil' bandit mask and all. Cute but treacherous. Close Encounter hand signals will not work.