I lived in Seattle in 2000 and a buddy of mine lived in the Queen Anne neighborhood, which is just north of downtown. He liked to go out on his porch at dawn (or, "the light gray part of the day," as we called it) and drink his coffee. One morning he watched a coyote trot right up the center of Queen Anne Blvd. His neighbor's yappy dog came out to bark at it, and the coyote killed it and took it along without breaking stride.

They're everywhere.