Now I know where my strawberries went. A close inspection of this rancid, mealy, mouldy, maggot-infested, George Dubya-esque pile of raccoon crap reveals a quantity of tiny strawberry seeds embedded within.
Roughly once a week a pile of fresh, steamy brown crap finds itself resting under my crabapple tree in my backyard. It is always in the exact same spot.
Because of the size of the pile, I estimate that a raccoon is doing his business rather than another animal such as a squirrel, deer or my eldery neighbours. I suspect this racoon is climing up the tree, and using my backyard has his personal shitter.
The coon is a presicion pooper, for sure. With his astounding ability to hit the same target week after week, the RCAF would have put him to good use in WWII. The coils of crap, always in the exact same spot, result in one small area of thick, lusciously green grass.
The raccoon, with bowels-a-bubblin', probably climbs the tree and scampers along one of the more horizontal branches, squats, and squirts his unwanted load.
The image on the right shows how I think it's done, with the location of the offending racoon in red, on the branch I suspect is his toilet seat, followed by red arrows indicating the direction of his anal projectile. The small red circle on the ground is roughly the area where I always find the turds.
It's quite gross to find this excrement each week, but thankfully it is rather odourless - fresh as a summer's morn! As well, the fertilization properties of the poop are actually helping my lawn look super-awesome in this area under the crabapple tree.
So thanks, mystery dumper, for all your butt-stuff, even though it looks like crap.