When I arrived to investigate, Bella skedaddled for the safety of her doghouse. From up on a high branch, a pair of cunning feline eyes coldly regarded the dog. The other day, Bella, our half-grown Spangold pup, was barking at something in our grove. And I mean both the four-legged and two-legged kinds. We should enact regulations to prohibit cougars from screaming. If it’s a male cougar, perhaps he’s saying, “Hey, baby, how about it?” If it’s a female animal, she’s saying, “You idiot, why are you screaming way over there? I’m over here!”Īnd as we know from "The Jerry Springer Show," mating behavior can lead to reproduction and, inevitably, paternity lawsuits. These strategies probably aren’t very effective for unexpected encounters with two-legged cougars.Īccording to the internet, puma screams are related to mating behavior. Don’t run, as this could trigger the animal’s instinct to chase. If you unexpectedly encounter a cougar out in the open, you should make raucous noises (the sudden burst of adrenaline would cause me to loudly pass gas) and try to make yourself look big. Wildlife experts say that mountain lion attacks are extremely rare, and that the big cats tend to be elusive and are probably just as wary of humans as we are of them. We are essentially slow-moving Tender Vittles. We don’t run very fast and don’t have much in the way of teeth and claws with which to fight back. You’ll soon understand why my wife was creeped out.įrom a puma’s point of view, humans are just another part of the food chain. If you want every last hair to stand on end, Google “mountain lion scream” and listen to the results. As such, whether or not I snore remains up for debate. The neighbor lady told my wife that she had also heard the screams, although she didn’t say anything about my snoring. My wife spoke with a neighbor lady at the grocery store later that day.
“You wouldn’t be able to hear anything over your snoring!” When she told me about it the next morning, I poo-pooed her, saying that I hadn’t heard a thing. I made certain that the jackknife I carried in my jeans pocket was razor sharp.Ī few years ago, my wife was awakened in the middle of the night by what she thought was a woman screaming in terror. I wondered if a kid on a bike could outrun a puma. I quickly became obsessed with the notion that the cunning feline might be watching us, coldly calculating who was the weakest and the slowest. The tracks it left in the mud were said to be the size of a hubcap. My cousin actually saw the big cat as it bounded across an alfalfa field. When I was a little kid, a mountain lion was reported to be in our area. You never see the older ones they’re too smart and too sneaky.” The guy said, “You only see the young and stupid lions. While attending college in the Black Hills, our youngest son befriended a local guy who managed a ski lodge. In other words, the top predators have always been among us but have remained largely undetected. There is an alternative theory which goes that the number of cougars hasn’t changed, but the number of cameras have. By the way, “Transient Pumas” would be a great name for a murder-mystery book club. Wildlife specialists said that the catamount was probably transient, that it was simply passing through on its way to elsewhere as it searched for a mate or a new apartment. And yes, it was the four-legged kind of cougar. A mountain lion was photographed as it sauntered nonchalantly across an urban lawn in the middle of the night. Just such a visitor was recently caught on camera in Brookings. It’s the time of year when we must prepare for nocturnal visitors who are dressed in scary costumes and are seeking tasty tidbits.
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