I'd blame it on ghosts, but I'm pretty sure a ghost wouldn't do that

I chewed a piece of gum this afternoon while I was running errands (gas is $1.88, the fuck?). I threw it in the kitchen garbage when I got home.

I just came into the kitchen, sat down at my computer, glanced over at the garbage can and...my afternoon gum is on the floor. There's no way it sat there all afternoon. It's bright blue.

What the hell goes on in my house when I'm not paying attention? Do we have raccoons in the cabinets or something?

Yeesh.