Wildlife

I just went out for the last cigarette before bedtime, and a couple of coyotes went running down the street. That's not all that unusual—I've seen them run past my house any number of times—but this time, one of them stopped and started to come toward me. It looked like a young one, but I still didn't feel like messing with a wild animal with sharp teeth, so I assumed a defensive posture, waved my arms at it, and said "No, no, no," at it. It eventually turned away and ran off with the other, older-looking one. Whew.

I hope my neighbors' pets are locked up inside, nice and safe. I know Riley is.