Holy poop on a stick.
Two nights ago a friend and I were walking dogs about two blocks from where they found the cubs. I heard something in the pitchblack-dark woods and couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was.....the walking sounds were too heavy to be a rabbit or dog and it was too dark to be a person without a flashlight.......
I need to do some laundry.........
Her friend lost his fins (it was quite rough out there that day), so she came in and they ended up not diving.
Later they found out the shark attack on the coast was 10 miles from them. A shark bit the head off of one of the divers, and the other one survived.
When I lived in the Santa Cruz Mountains some time ago, we would see Mountain Lions and their scat quite often. I was well armed to say the least...
Where in Plano was this?