Originally Posted by KcMizzou
Seriously, I lifted that plastic lid, and there he was. Staring me in the face. I just chucked it in. They're brave.
Very similar to my experience. The lid was open when I got there. I heard rumbling from within and waited. Big ol coon climbed up the far side and sat on the side of the dumpster and looked at me. I talked to him for probably a whole minute while he stared and tilted his head a couple times. Then I dropped my bag in and he watched it and looked back at me and back down and back at me again. I said "there's some goodies in there, have at it" and I left. I'm sure he had at it.
courtesy of BoneKrusher
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