Wild West(ern MA)

Earlier this fall a chipmunk installed itself in my bathroom wall, a hawk landed two feet from me outside the library, wild turkeys occasionally strutted around in the field across the street, Addison licked a frog outside my front door and killed a mole down the street, and we were both attacked by yellowjackets, twice. Now, for the last two nights we've been serenaded by a pack of coyotes who seem to be congregating where I go running, an opossum crawled around on my friend's car last night, and I just learned that a bear walked by my colleague's house a few weeks ago.

It seems like only a matter of time before Addie runs off to join the coyotes as their biker chick and I get mauled by a bear while being spit on by a hawk.