In the late 90s, I was going to college in northern Arizona, and had summer tires on my car when there was a rare snowfall. A coyote decided to cross the road in front of me, I wouldn't say "dart", but more expecting me to slow for it. When I demonstrated I had no traction by touching my brakes, it reacted to the sound of my tires sliding by promptly stepping out of the way.

You mean the rest of nature. We are also nature :)

What do you call a place with no 7/11?

Boise, ID - the only one we had closed down some time ago.

A food desert. :)

Clean?

I like this game.