You Know What's Depressing?
Staring dumbstruck — blood draining from already-clenched knuckles — as a coyote darts in front of your vehicle on a busy city street. And then watching helpless as it continues on at top speed: paws bouncing from cold concrete, neck craning in desperate want of trees.
[And all of this, as though the previous weekend hadn't already been — quite independently — full of desperation.]
Labels:
brain chew,
city-living,
depression
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Damn. I thought stuff like that only happened out by me. I am on the edge of things.
~BPP
I hate to be your doubting Thomas, but are you sure it was a coyote? That is too peculiar. And yeah, depressing.
BPP - There are some Forest Preseves within a few miles, so it happens from time to time. First time I've seen one in the city, though.
Woodrow - It sounds crazy, I know. But I grew up in a rural area, and my brother hunted coyotes to "help keep the population down." I've seen them, living and dead, before.
Plus, one wandered into a downtown restaurant sometime last week. Animal control had to be called.
At least where I was this morning is a bit closer to Forest Preserves than is downtown.
But however you look at it... still... sad.
So sad, um please don't ask me what I do for a living.
Ever.
Poor Coyote!
(I think Winter may be one of those people who experiments on animals at a research lab; but then again, she didn't know dogs could talk.)
Rest assured, Winter, I'm keenly aware that my lifestyle (i.e. city-living) was made possible by pushing these poor woodland creatures to the outskirts, reducing their natural environs to fractions.
Part of the reason I found the whole experience to be so depressing was that, as much as I hate to admit it, I play a role in this too.
PS - I do realize, before anyone corrects me, that coyotes aren't really "woodland" creatures, per se... they tend to inhabit wide open plains/fields near wooded areas. Or so they did back in my home turf.
Whew. That's right you are a bigger part of the problem than me!
Just kidding.
What I do for a living adds to it as well..
I thought that kind of thing only happened in LA.
Well, at least you didn't hit him.
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