Hopper was exploring the forest near his house after dark. He’d recently set up a box by a tree, and had been filling it with waffles. Every time he returned, it was empty.

Armed with a flashlight, he ventures further after refilling the box again. Whoever or whatever was taking the food had to be around somewhere.

And there you were, crouched in the leaves and cold, waffles in hands. He tries to approach silently, but a twig snaps.