I left for work this morning and found this gift. Right in the middle of my front walkway, which is comprised of two sheets of weathered OSB with black-widow infested coir welcome mats at each end. Because I’m friendly as well as classy.
Anyway, when other people use their work computers to—they think—surreptitiously surf internet porn or while away the hours with celebrity gossip sites, I google “coyote scat.” I hope I am the first person in the world to have that phrase turn up in a performance review.
But seriously. Which of the myriad mammals that share their territory with me left this calling card? Readers, your conjectures in the comments please.
How long are they?