Lauree has a Texas-sized problem and she needs some advice on how to handle it!
This morning she was at her house enjoying a cup of coffee when her husband walks in and just yells out “honey, there’s a coyote in our front yard!” WHAT? In residential Dallas Country? Well, she goes out in her “Trophy Wife” robe and slippers. Sure enough, there’s a coyote.
That’s where you come in. How should Lauree handle a coyote or bobcat if walking on the trail by her house? What is her best course of action?
