"I dunno what the hell's out there, but it's weird and pissed off, whatever it is."

Living up in the foothills is generally awesome, but once in a blue moon I hear some bizarre sounds emanating from the hills, brush or canyons that make me rethink little decisions like, "I'll go for a run at 6 am, before sunrise." I was sitting in the big easy chair in the master bedroom, tinkering away on the Internet when I heard - emanating from somewhere within a hundred yards or so of my home - what sounded like the dogs in John Carpenter's The Thing a few seconds before they were eaten. Not the actual being eaten, dying part, but the fearful yelping of a pack of dogs in the night. I got up, went to the window, looked around, and noted that I now had a perfectly good reason for thinking it was too cold to go outside.