Squashed Plans?

This little guy is the reason I'm afraid we won't be able to keep compost in the backyard.

Sunday afternoon, Lucas happened to glance out the kitchen window in time to see Koda (Yep. Seth named him.) snuffling around my unofficial compost pile. It isn't so much a pile as a sad, scattered conglomeration of rotten fruit peelings and veggies that had not yet been mixed into the dirt. Seth and I got to the window in time to see him truck clumsily across the yard, dragging an old squash. A mad dash for the camera ensued, but by the time we got back, he'd abandoned it there, minus a bite, and was ambling away. (He doesn't like squash either, Seth!)

So how do you manage a compost pile in the northwoods? Or can you?