Here's another photo from the other night. The raccoons are, by the way, doing a good job of destroying that fence, knocking slats out of it. I'll have to do something about this one of these days.
I have no idea where these fellows live most of the time. For a while, I thought they were spending their non-foraging hours in the crawl space and basement under my house, but I had a company called Attic Busters come in. They go over your house with a magnifying glass, locate every entrance where anything larger than a cricket can get in, and seal it up. They closed off the passageway by which I thought the raccoons were getting in and reported that while there was evidence our masked friends had passed through that portal, there wasn't a lot. Most likely, they'd gone in to look for food, found none and then left. So I don't know where they go. A neighbor says she's seen them crawling out of the curbside catch basins that lead down to the sewers, so maybe that's their main hangout. Where the possums come from, I really can't imagine.