No way this is the work of a feral kitten. Flyboy was talking to someone at the squadron about it the other day and he had a very similar problem. He couldn't catch it in the trap either, so he got a bigger trap. The first night he ended up with a bobcat. And a large one at that. Over the next couple days the damage continued, he ended up all said and done with three large bobcats. Fantastic. I got animal kingdom in my front yard. Flyboy said the boys are totally safe unless I let them run around unsupervised at 1 am. Then we might have a problem.
On an unrelated note, since flyboy is gone I found myself doing a little bit of organizing, mainly in the office which he likes to refer to as his "man den". I came across some of his citations for his air medals, I thought you got the medal and the certificate, I didn't know that they give you something with a whole explanation as to why you received it. I suppose that makes sense, flyboy is just kinda the type of guy who just files it away. He doesn't say too much about what he did over there, of course he doesn't say much about anything. I asked once and his reply really was, "a little bit of this, a little bit of that.". Sometimes he gets really long winded and will see something on the military or history channel and tell me stuff but I'm getting the PG version.
What's the saying, ignorance is bliss? Holy crap ain't that the truth! I figured he did some dicey stuff during his combat tours, I'm not a moron, but I kinda wish I didn't know as much as I know now.
Really, sometimes ignorance IS bliss.