The Coyote
I met a girl who had a coyote as a pet. At night she locked it in a big Tupperware bin with air holes under the bed. On top of her drunk trying to get hard to get it in her I heard it clawing and squealing. She worked at Universal Studios. Playing a screaming woman eaten by the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Stuff like that doesn’t happen anymore.
Unfortunately, this is HUGE country with LOTS OF NUTCASES, to the point where I can guarantee you that somebody is keeping a coyote as a pet in a tupperware bin with airholes. Located under their bed at night.
Guaranteed.
The other stuff doesn’t happen anymore, though.