If you are among those in the LZ who were wondering what the orange flickering light on the 400 launch was, it was indeed a fire.
When I was almost to the 400 to check out what was happening there, I met a person coming down the road. He said he'd been "burning some trash". No, I didn't kill him. After I picked my jaw up off the ground, I told him what a remarkably stupid idea that was. We both went back up, and there were the remains of a little fire by the railroad tie, thankfully, cold to the touch. We walked back down. The story changed a little bit to him cooking chicken. He started to walk down behind the horse barn, and I told him not to go that way, using, I guess, my faux authority of a green flatbrimmed hat.
As with smaller mammals that have caused problems, but that you don't want to kill, I relocated him and released him to the wild, in this case, the corner of University and Northpark.