Should I Be Concerned?

I went out in the rain today, planning a quick trip to the store.
On my front porch, nestled in the center of my welcome mat, was a chicken bone.
Looked like a drumstick bone, but without the knobby things on the ends.
I immediately started to wonder if some kind of curadero or voodition had been hired to mess with my juju.
I don't have any enemies. Sure, some people may think I'm an asshole, but I don't think a bad enough asshole to be worthy of hiring a witch over.
Anyone got a hunch about this?
(cue up eerie music)