Country livin... The past few nights the crazy coyotes have been waking my sister-in-law and me up howling. I swear they sound like they are in the front yard. I kept telling Brian that the cat never had any cat food because those stupid coyotes were eating it. Well Brian could sleep through world war 3 so he of course never hears anything. This morning I got up to go out and turn on the car to warm it up. As I shut the door behind me and look up I see a coyote about 15 feet from me staring me in the face. It slowly turns around and starts to walk off. It was quite obvious I did not concern this animal in the least which sort of upset me. So stomped my feet and yelled in traditional redneck bottom's fashion and the damned thing stopped looked at me and then just kept on walking off into the "forest". As tempted as I am to call up John Long and have him do some coyote callin in the front yard, I think I'll just let Brian sit on the front steps in his underwear and a cigarette and let him shoot the stupid things. I'll even bring him an extra beer everytime he gets one. How's that for service?
