It's a bear. Here's how the pieces have come together.
Preface: We live in suburbia. There really SHOULDN'T (in a logical line of thinking) be bears in our neighborhood. But . . .
Evidence 1: Mama and two cubs spotted in neighborhood next to ours. It shares a common greenbelt with a creek.
Evidence 2: Trash tipping. Mutliple dumpsters on our street alone. Ours, for instance, was pulled out, turned around and tipped. It would take a team of 6 foot racoons to accomplish that. When I went to clean it up, the entire contents was SHREDDED. Again, it would take a gaggle of coons to accomplish that kind of demolition. Not even a pack of magpies.
Evidence 3: Yesterday morning, the most enormous pile of foreign crap in our front yard. Clearly not of canine-lineage. It looks like a giant, poorly cooked bundt cake -- with lots of berries and seeds.
Alert to the neighbors. Secure your trash. Watch your youngsters, cats & small dogs at twilight and daybreak. Bring in your birdfeeders.
Even knowing all of that, I'm DYING to SEE it. I want to lay eyes on it. Would it be so bad to set up a camera and leave a ribeye on the front lawn?
No, I'm not joking.