A coyote ran in front of my car today on the highway. The highway was busy. The coyote had waited until there was a space between the stream of demented commuters just big enough for him to squeeze through. Having made his decision he made his way across the highway at his usual coyote speed. He did not look to see the car to my left just miss him. He knew he was going to make it just like he had made it a thousand times before.