Thursday, March 3, 2011
Why? Because it's my freaking life and of course nothing could ever be flat lined.
I got up this morning and told kid number 27,642 to take the dogs out.
"But mom, there's a coyote in the driveway. He won't leave."
Great fucking shit! These coyotes are beginning to piss me off. The mangy things seem to be getting a little more bold lately and I wasn't about to take any coyote shit off of the little bastard.
I looked out of the window and there he was, only I could see he was hurt. Being the shallow person I am my first thought was, "How in the hell can I get my car out of the garage to get to Starbucks with a damned hurt coyote in my driveway?"
Time to think. Just who does one call to get an injured wild animal out of your driveway? Nikki and I both got on the phone and were finally directed, after about 20 minutes, to a number that actually worked.
Within minutes our street was swarming with police, trucks and men standing around taking pictures and scratching their heads about what to do. Finally a bright one decided to put a lassoed type thing around the animal's neck and drag it across the street to the neighbor's yard. Sorry Deanna.
With the coyote being safely away I went out onto the front deck to say thank you.
"Wait right there ma'am."
Uh oh, poor coyote. I'm not sure why hearing them shoot the damned thing affected me like it did. I knew it would have to be euthanized. The animal was severely injured and wasn't going to live anyway but I didn't expect them to shoot it right there. I mean, I could have done that.
And that's what I told them. The main guy didn't seem to like me saying that and went into this dissertation on why I wouldn't want to shoot it myself.
Truth is that, even with all my pro NRA talk, I'd have a hard time shooting an animal that was just lying there, where's the sport in that? I guess Andrea's blog post is still with me. Had the animal charged me, or had it been a bad guy I would have had no problem shooting to kill.
Am I turning liberal? No, banish the thought! The poor coyote just looked so sad. But then again I think he ate my cat. I should have shot the thing.