It continues to be just plain hot in northeast Georgia. The other evening I was out in the front yard with Cocoa waiting for the sun to set so we could go for our usual walk. We have come to a point where we walk just before dark—coyotes or no coyotes—because it is cooler. This is when we also meet up with other neighbors who are doing the same thing. And it is when I hear all the tall tales they have to share with me about the wild animals and much more in and around our neighborhood. “I think we have a fox living at the bottom of the hill,” I told Ann and her husband recently. “Oh, really!” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. And so, the stories continue . . . .