I decided to do nothing about it.
The garbage has been tipped over a couple of times since then, which is more than usual.
And then tonight I was walking into the backyard when I heard a rattling sound. I look over at the garbage can, which was beside the BBQ. The can was upright but the lid was on the ground.
I walked over and nestled inside was a young raccoon.
I might have yelped.
I think it's time to buy a new garbage can.
(The raccoon was annoyed at being asked to leave, but he left.)