Who or what lives in the giant oak outside my bedroom window..

..took a gigantic piss on my wife's truck as I was climbing into it this morning.

I'm starting not to like the ecosystem around the Chattahoochee, where I live. Dogs don't climb trees, so it was not the 'coyote' I saw walking along Pleasant Hill road, three or four mornings back.

But jaguar, panther, mountain lions and bobcats do. I am starting to have 'Where the wild things are,' existential in dream out of dream experiences.

I left the house at 3AM, my new post Transamerica life, and I heard what sounded like rain (like the plumbing from the upstairs neighbor's shower or toilet), then it encroached like rain was approaching my driver's side door.

It was not bone dry, but there was only steamy humidity as I pulled my windbreaker and hoodie into the driver's side door. Did not want to get drenched. Retrospect, did not want to be pounced on either during the witching hour, before the sun rose. From now on, I look to the canopy as well as the evening news, before starting for work.