… even before my second cup of coffee.  Because the perils of the backlot dumpster are as follows: it tempts a young masked rascal with delicious fare, THEN OFFERS NO ESCAPE FROM ITS HIGH GREEN VAULT WALLS.

I built a hasty makeshift ladder for the unfortunate snacker out of milk crates that I placed in the green prison, then helpfully pantomimed climbing a ladder.  Yes, the neighbors undoubtedly wondered why I was playing charades with a dumpster, but I endeavor to lead a life in which I am unconcerned with the opinions of others.

My friend was gone even before I could return to snap a pic with my cell phone!

Now, more coffee.