Last night, I was cleaning up in the kitchen when Thomas came tiptoeing over (he still toe-walks a fair bit) and said something like "Mumble mumble mumble raccoon..." He was peering out the kitchen window, so I looked as well, but didn't see anything.
"Where's the raccoon?" I asked. He led me back to the TV room, and there, at the window, was a young raccoon, eating some AllBran cereal that James had dumped out the window earlier in the day. I hadn't gotten around to sweeping it up, and was hoping the birds might eat it; I hadn't expected a raccoon. Thomas walked over to the window, held out his hands and said to the raccoon, "Where did YOU come from?" By the morning, all the cereal was gone.