Literally 10 minutes ago, I was coming home from the gym. I rounded the corner of my parking lot in my car and I saw this...
...glowing eyes, long snout, pointy ears.
This is the spitting image of the coyote I saw 15 feet from me.
Because I am a daughter of the Sheriff, I have been trained to carry a flashlight and mase with me when I leave the house. I quickly parked in a Visitor spot, because it's closer to my door, and ran inside constantly looking behind me with my flashlight.
I called the Sheriff and Mama Ging as soon as I got inside and replayed my panic-stricken story and was told the typical "they're more scared of you than you are of them". Then, they told me to "google" it.
We used to have a neighborhood cat around here, whom Mrs. Wookie named "Blogger", but I haven't seen him around in awhile. Makes sense now. Poor Blogger probably got eaten.
I now know for sure that I will not be leaving my apartment when it's dark anymore. It's like I have a curfew. A 5:30 curfew.
Nooooo!!!! Blogger became dinner. :(
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