Raccoons and Blood Moons

The raccoons are getting bolder. This one climbed up onto our "cat-proof" deck and was looking in the window at me.
I'm convinced the cats put him up to it:

Thomas: "Dude, go up on the deck and see if there's anything good up there."
(later)
Raccoon: "Naw, there was just tables and chairs and flowers."
Thomas: "Aw, man! They used to have really good shit up there; lettuce beds to sleep in, and sometimes they'd bring out plates of food and leave 'em while they went back in for their drinks."

Here is a picture that Harrison made. There's a lot going on in this one.

Blood Moon

The stars are twinkling faintly in the night sky and there is a blood moon, which is rarely a good omen. (In this case, it predicts that I will run low on toner soon)
There is a cloaked zombie, and an unhappy black cat.
The zombie has taken a bite out of the cat, and removed one of his eyes.
The zombie has sewn the cat's eye into his own eye socket, and his other eye is dangling.
If one looks closely, there is a worm living inside his head.