Lettuce Share

I like the word scat.  Before Ubermommy told me, I had no idea poop was even called scat.  I can’t be alone.  The librarian at Selby pointed out what an odd name it is for our local bus line.  Surely, the person who decided on Sarasota County Area Transit had no idea what scat was either.  What does that acronym say about their service?  I can’t solve every problem, so back to my own – namely, the scat by my pineapple.  My possible suspects are an opossum, raccoon or skunk.  IDing scat is no easy task, especially when you’re not willing to put on gloves – my eyes are good enough!  The most important thing I found out by looking at the scat was that whatever left it loves bugs.  That pretty much rules out a raccoon – it seems unlikely that the fine diner of wild animals would waste time on so many bugs.  We’re living in suburbia; the garbage cans are lined up like restaurant row. Ruling out a raccoon leaves a skunk and an opossum, which both eat bugs.  I’ve seen an opossum once or twice in the yard, but never a skunk.  My scat detecting skills are still very new, but I’m going with an opossum.