Last night, 3:00am. Scrabbles and the screams of a dying animal outside the bedroom window. Dog goes nuts.
Step out barefoot and follow the dying animal’s weaker cries into the night, no glasses, no dog. Realize what I am doing.
Get robe, slippers, glasses, flashlight, wife, dog, and leash. Dying sounds have now faded away. Dog goes straight to the tree where very young raccoon clings to trunk, having presumably just enjoyed a tasty bird or squirrel.