Last night there was an enormous raccoon prowling through the dumpsters in Wilson. The girl I was walking with recoiled, but I was sympathetic—ever since I joined the free food listserv I often feel like a nocturnal creature rummaging through a dumpster. It is inconsistent but rewarding.

A closer look at significant others.

Undernourished Diversions [Perspectives on The Hunger Games ]: Part 3.

Which one were you?