So it was just after 10 when I realized that I still has to get some stuff off the table on the deck from dinner. I walk out, notice a few slices of cucumber still sitting on a plate, so i chucked them out into the yard (I'm mowing the lawn tomorrow anyway), and one of them goes into the rose bushes.

And it hit something. Which moved.

So I'm peering out into the darkness, trying to see which of the neighborhood cats was in my yard.

But it wasn't a cat.