This is what it is like to live with racoons when you are not smarter than a racoon. Gross.
The racoon(s) comes at night (sometimes even before it is "night" which lights my fire - at least try to be sneaky about it) and tips over our compost garbage can. (So when the dear rodent dumps the compost bin he/she also dumps and sorts through the diaper bin by default. I don't know if you know, but I now know that these guys/gals are thorough creatures. They WILL NOT be tricked. They see something that looks and smells like a diaper, but who knows what might really be inside that white bundle. You can never be sure. So they investigate. They tear the thing apart and sometimes, just for kicks, drag it across the deck.
I guess it seems like the outcome of this experiment could have been easily predicted. Kind of like when a four year old holds up a glass vase and thinks, "I wonder what would happen if I drop this on the hard tile floor." I'll admit that this experiment might be on the level of a four year old, but at least I now know two things for sure. Yes, raccoons will eat burnt boiled eggs. And yes, the glass vase will break if you drop it.