Bobbing and Weaving

Bobcat

During a morning run, a bobcat crossed in front of me. It was about 10 feet away. I wasn’t sure what to do. I don’t like to stop when I’m running, but there was a bobcat in front of me.

He (or she) seemed equally confused on protocol. We made eye contact and then I tried to stop making eye contact in a way I hoped wasn’t interpreted as anything aggressive (or rude). After I passed him (or her), I wasn’t sure whether to look back to check if I was being followed.

There was another runner heading in my direction. I could only imagine my face. I asked, “You saw that, right?” “Was that a bobcat?” “Yes.”

It was actually the end of my run ,and I had to turn back toward the area the bobcat was at. I don’t know how he (or she) got back to the side he (or she) came from. But the bobcat crossed again. I’m hoping it’s the same one. Otherwise, that’s much scarier.

This time, I waited until he (or she) was further away and grabbed my phone to take a photo. (It's in the center, facing away from the camera.) Similar to the ghost story experience, my time didn’t improve at all.

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