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Sidestepper, you said it when you suggested a trickster. The dang thing dug another den a bit further away from the house. I did the throw dirt in the hole and jump back bit again to fill in the hole. I piled stuff on top of where it was.
I said before, I've gotten spooked about going outside after dark. I've lived out here in the boonies for 24 years now. Never worried about going outside after dark. Matter of fact I'd go out at night to enjoy the beautiful night skies we have. Would also go out to the barn to hang out with the horses. Now I worry about where the dang coyote might be. I resent not feeling safe enough to go out after dark. I know lots of folks who live in the city can't go out after dark for safety reasons, but not having to deal with that sort of crap is why I live out here. It's gotten challenging since the time change means it's dark when I get home from work. I've resorted to driving right up to the aisle of the barn and parking the truck so the headlights shine on it. I take care of the horses and drive the 100 feet to the house. Pretty absurd if you ask me.
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