This is a picture I did not take

of an emptied, mini-size ziplock bag most commonly associated with crack cocaine lying beside a broken golf tee, smack in the middle of the gold teebox of the par-4, 325-yard sixth hole of an executive-length golf track, while twenty yards away a raccoon lay dead, rolled over on its back, claws clutching the air as if trying to hold something that just fled its grasp.