I kid you not, I saw a Coyote run from my backyard neighbors property — although I thought it was a wolf and proceeded to run through the house like a mad woman screaming “WOLF!! WOLF!!” — into my driveway and across my front lawn. He was headed straight for the duck pond… Oh, oh!
I called 911 and as it turns out, (read the following with a strong southern drawl) “Ma’am, they’re natural to these here parts”. Really? Scarsdale!? Coyote country?!? Hmmm, Sotheby’s did not happen to mention that in their real estate brochure?! Hello? I have a five year-old daughter and a 4 pound dog! So, am I no longer allowed to have them play outside? The Wildlife Conservation person from upstate New York told me to just make sure to keep my garbage up and if it becomes a consistent problem to call my local wildlife control. Keeping my garbage up? No problem. Dealing with my 10 year-old son who wanted to go after him on his bike? Priceless.
