I won't waste your time telling you why I haven't written in a million years. No one really cares. So, moving on... HyperHund and I spend our evening walks in the hunting training grounds located nearby. This is basically a tundra with no windbreaks but plenty of coyotes. This is really fun for us, especially when the sun starts to set and it gets dark and the ice on the lake is cracking and the coyotes are howling from around us in a circular yet invisible formation, and it's all very reminiscent of Simba wandering into the elephant graveyard, except with more coyotes, fewer hyenas, and remarkably few dead elephants. Our area has been having a minor "coyote problem," with "minor" meaning unprovoked attacks on humans, random eatings of common household creatures, and coyotes trying to break through glass patio doors to reach the aforementioned household creatures. And yet, tonight, at the hunting training grounds, I saw several cars lined