I live in the woods. I have this awesome neighbor lady. She comes through the woods bearing chili. My rule is I NEVER ask what’s in the chili. I stopped when the answer was possum. But, I’m slurping it appreciatively and it just popped out. “Chewy. What is it?” I cringed. She said, “remember that coyote? That’s him.”
If one must have a neighbor, that sounds like a mighty fine one..