|zero to gone in 3.2 seconds|
I slowed and looked to see what it was.
There, as big as life, and showing no fear of me whatever, was a giant damn coyote, calmly eyeing me as he jogged through the front yard of the family who lives at that house while they were soundly sleeping inside, likely with no idea that a wild predator was patting across their lawn just outside their bedroom windows.
I jog through this neighborhood, and right past this house, often late at night when the temperatures are cooler.
This is the middle of the city. This isn't the countryside. And this neighborhood is older than I am by a good bit, built sometime in the early 1960s, I believe. So it isn't as if the coyote's territory was recently developed and he hadn't moved on yet. He, apparently, was a city-slicker coyote and was probably looking for that rabbit I had just seen.
I went home to bed, but I dreamed of late night coyotes and rabbits and being alone in the dark all night long. And it was creepy.
|Nice doggy, don't eat the joggers|
Here is some video footage of a smaller, Canadian coyote demonstrating why it's a bad idea to harass them. They will come after you if you bother them, and sometimes even if you don't.