Where The Wild Things Are
Kim du Toit
May 9, 2008
11:45 AM CDT
As coyote attacks increase in Southern California (three in the past five days, according to this report), I’m amused at the response, which typically involves getting “the authorities” to trap or kill these pests.
As usual, of course, a lot of the problem is caused by stupid people:
The animals are lured into neighborhoods by dog or cat food left outdoors, food that people leave out for wild animals and scraps in garbage cans, he said.
“People get used to seeing them, but this is a wild animal and you do not want a wild animal in your backyard,” Morse said.
“When coyotes get habitualized to being around people and lose that fear of humans, that’s when it’s very tenuous.” [my emphasis]
Myself, if I were to leave food out for critters, it would be as bait, so I could shoot the sumbitches.
Here’s a little background on the rabies thing. It’s not pleasant:
Rabies is a viral disease most often transmitted through the bite of an infected animal. It attacks the central nervous system and, if untreated, can lead to anxiety, confusion, paralysis, hypersalivation, difficulty swallowing, and fear of water. Death usually occurs within a week of the onset of symptoms.
Fortunately, we don’t have a coyote problem here (yet), although I’ve seen one myself just a couple of miles away from my house in Plano (in a wild area along a river bank), and we have a jillion wild rabbits in the neighborhood.
The biggest problem, of course, is that even if I saw one, there wouldn’t be much I could do without getting into trouble—because we have a whole bunch of stupid laws which prevent the discharge of guns within city limits. (I know, I know—they actually make sense in the general scheme of things. The problem is that in the general scheme of things, we shouldn’t get coyotes snatching pets and, in California, toddlers and babies.)
Frankly, I’d be happier to see something more commonsense, along the lines of: “If you fire a gun to whack a critter, that’s fine: but if anyone else gets hurt by a ricochet or whatever, your ass will be in a whole heap of trouble.” (That’s official legal talk in Texas.)
And let me tell you, if I was walking around the place, and a coyote, fox or raccoon got too close (ie. within 10 yards), it’s going down, regardless of the stupid law.
Rabies shots are not pleasant, rabies infection is a miserable way to die—and let me tell you, I’d rather take my chances with the fuzz than with a possibly-rabid critter.
And by the way: people who live in rural areas, especially those close to the Mexican border, are more likely to encounter rabid animals than others.
Be careful out there.
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By the way, this is not a uniquely-American problem, of course. I recall that back in the 1970s, a leopard was caught living in the Wanderers Cricket Ground just outside Johannesburg—the equivalent of Shea Stadium in New York—and up till then had been living quite nicely off pets and wild critters in the neighboring golf course. You can imagine the panic of the local residents, until the damn thing was trapped.
Even worse, the leopard had just been declared “endangered”, so by law, it could not be shot, by anyone (although I know what I would have done, if confronted—and in those days I carried a Colt New Service revolver, loaded with big fat .45 Long Colt boolets).