It Ain’t Macbeth, Watson

Watson, '“something wicked this way comes.”'

I took this picture this morning; a few feet from the motion-sensor light unit where I set it across from the persimmon tree. Some wild thing was looking at the fruit last night. Notice on the left of the picture a deep scarring paw print; a less distinguished paw print on the right. I surmised it was a heavy animal. It could be the possums and or raccoons have returned for the summer season. See what comes tomorrow, I might put a ruler on the ground to measure the prints.

"Approprite and cleaver, Watson. You know your Bard. Now put on your Fedora. The game is afoot."

"Thank you, Holmes. If it is the same to you, I will wear my bowler. By the way, I liked your pun, too."