I got up this morning (Thanksgiving) at 6:30 AM, an hour and a half before the rest of the family, in order to put the garbage out. At first, we put the garbage out the night before, but the following morning the cans were overturned and the contents scattered.
The week after that, we put the garbage out in the evening but kept the light on at the back porch and watched the yard from inside the kitchen. Sure enough, a family of five ample raccoons appeared from under a bush and crossed the porch as a group toward the cans. I marveled at their sneaky, careful manner. I could hear them say,
"Clear the ramp! Thirty seconds!"
"Fire in the hole!"
"Where's our rallying point?"
"Behind the maple."
"This mission's FUBAR."
Not really ... Soon, I scared them off and brought the can inside the garage. But as stealthy and determined as they were, I felt thankful that raccoons don't have covering fire.