The Great Outdoors

I never thought moving 12 miles outside the heart of Atlanta would land both Greg and myself right smack in the middle of the wilderness. A few examples:
At midnight the other night (Friday the 13th to be exact), Greg and I were violently torn from our slumbers to find our home surrounded by a pack of wild dogs. Or at least, that's what it sounded like. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but we were scared to even crawl out of the safety of our bed to investigate the matter. Greg said the following morning that he envisioned Cujo crashing through our back door. This mystery still remains unsolved. Two deer were spotted from our kitchen window. They appeared to be as shocked to see us as we were them. A complete snake skin was found in our laundry room. Probably a garter snake, but GROSS! Rabbits. Lots of big, brown rabbits.
Shortly after we moved in, we were informed that coyote wander our area and it may be a good idea to keep our cats in the house. Of course, a subdivision is slated to be built this spring in the woods out back.
Such a shame.