ok so I'm sure none of you normal people who live in normal cities and NOT upstate NY don't have to deal with this garbage, but I legit tonight had a COYOTE blow up my spot. It's only 11:30, but I'm nonetheless coming home from the bar when I have to work at 8am tmrw and I live in my parents' sweet house for free. So I pull into my driveway and I open my car door and what do I hear???? A gaggle... no that's not right... a "pack" of coyotes, all yelping and howling their nonsense all over my backyard. And then I hear my black lab, Libby, barking from inside my house.
I'm like, really coyotes????? You absolutely HAD to have this pack meeting as I'm coming home from my night out, so that as I roll up into my house my parents think that I'M the one who woke up them and my dog???? ughhhh furious. But then I got to thinking, like, what if the coyotes were just out at their version of the bar and they were all walking home and just loudly and obnoxiously talking to each other about the hot ass wolf they saw out or the porcupine they got in a fight with and they're just being rowdy and chatty. Then I felt bad, because I've been there for sure. You can't help a noisy walk home if you're wastey-cased. So I forgive you coyotes, as long as you don't do it again or eat my sweet muffin cat named jake. thanks xo
No comments:
Post a Comment