Our thrift stores down in Austin are mildly infested with Coyote. We’re near the Southwest, with its rich supply of tacky tourist merchandise, and of course deep in the heart of Texas, with its rich supply of tacky tourists. So naturally, we get all the runoff.
Most of them aren’t funny. This guy, he’s not really funny either. But you can use him to sharpen pencils.
It makes the most adorbs horrible grinding noise, and you’ll never guess where the sawdust comes out.
All over the kitchen, actually.
We have a coyote in our neighborhood. It goes down to the pond and eats the Homeowner’s Association’s ducks. The ducks are pretty nasty pieces of work, so I think it’s an upgrade. I’ve never seen it wearing a bandana, though, or making that particular expression. Maybe it was drinking a milkshake, and got stuck like that?
Or maybe it wants your milkshake?
Goodwill on 290 and I35, Austin