"I'm not eating any porch bread!"
There is a phantom bread-leaver in our neighborhood.
We keep finding bread items on our porch, specifically on the rails of the front porch, over the last couple months. So far, Brian's found a piece of pita, a biscuit, and a slice of white bread. Aaron found a slice of wheat bread. I just found a piece of spanakopita (!) yesterday.
Tonight we had a family meeting and discussed it for the first time. Competing theories abound. All of them were whole, making us skeptical it's an animal. A person? But why? Who knows!
Aaron has declared it "better than a Hardy Boys mystery". And so the days of our lives at ICHQ continue.