Why, I wonder, has our green trash bin - the kind that one puts garden waste in - grown a face? I assume that this isn't absolutely recent: it doesn't seem entirely likely that the family of adolescent raccoons who've been bounding around the terrace have been out there with a spray can. although they are certainly delinquent enough to have considered it. I guess it must have been done on the street - but I've not noticed it before, even when tugging this bin - and its compadres - back up the 22 steps from the street every trash day. It's one thing admiring street art when one considers it part of public spectacle, but quite another when it seems to have moved, unbidden and grinning, onto one's own property.