Some of your posts are making me jealous! In the wide, wild world outside, I’ve encountered or sighted such beasts as:
A coatimundi and many, many crocodiles in Mazunte, Mexico. The local folks there take tourists for canoe rides through the mangrove swamps, and there are crocodiles everywhere you look. Nonaggressive crocodiles which don’t eat people, true, but when you’re in a little wooden rowboat and a crocodile that’s longer than said boat comes gliding up beside you all swift and silent, the little monkey-man deep in your consciousness starts screaming “Gonna eat me! Gonna eat me!” inside your head. Really loudly, too.
We stayed at a beach hotel in Zipolite once where little lizards ran around on the ceiling–and one morning there was a great big lizard clinging to the wall outside; I’ve no idea what it was but it sure wasn’t an iguana-it looked like a monitor, and it had really long claws, and the proprietor and his assistant seemed excited and upset by its presence. The same hotel had a tiny little deer of some kind that was the size of a beagle dog; it was very tame and liked for people to scratch its head.
Once when I was hitch hiking through Wyoming, there were pronghorn antelopes- what looked ike a huge herd of them to me-off to the side of the Interstate. Fascinating, the way they bounded and seemed to bounce almost.
We saw a roadrunner when we visited Death Valley.It was an odd and angular bird which you knew for a fierce predator at first sight.
On the outskirts of Santa Fe, I not only saw a horned lizard of the type miscalled a horned toad, I picked it up very gently and held it for a few moments. Such a strange looking and beautiful little thing! I can still remember the cold, rough feel of its skin and the pulsing of its breath. After a moment and a good long look, I let it go. I understand that horned toads are somewhat rare.
Lake Sam Houston in Texas is the home of many* alligator garfish*, great ugly ancient-looking critters which could frighten a person to death if encountered while (shudder!) swimming.
Living in San Francisco, I’ve seen members of the world-famous flock of wild parrots who also live there. They’re fabulous-every day they surprise people and bring wonder and delight with them. From reading up on psittacine companions, I am pretty certain that these hookbilled neighbors of ours are cherry headed conures.
Foxes aren’t rare, but both times I’ve seen one here in the city, I was amazed and pleased. Especially when one loped across Bush Street late one night, maybe half a block away.