by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed
It started happening after dark, here on nine isolated, wooded acres. The first clue that something large roamed - long, deep scratch marks in the wood deck. Like something powerful had tried to rip through it, perhaps preying on a smaller animal.
The next night one of my garden sneakers was missing from the porch. I looked everywhere. It's gone.
So is the other one now.
What the heck is going on? Gulp!