Or at least gets a bit out of kilter. We used to have a family of foxes dening under a porch at the other end of the block. They were cute, in their own way, and cruised the neighborhood in search of food, keeping the place nicely clear of dog food in bowls on back porches, mice, and the occasional cat. They also scrupulously picked up the squirrels that ran afoul of my trap.
Now we have a coyote, who cruises the hood on Thursday evenings, since trash day is Friday. I suppose he, or she, it's hard to tell, would take the squirrel too, but it's not on his regular day. Also with the arrival of the larger predator, the foxes have departed to parts unknown.
The retired cop across the street says he has a .410 with #4s in it, and if I hear a modest pop, I should pay no attention. Fine with me, he can explain this to the local gendarmes with greater alacrity that I could. Meantime I may have to figure out how to make a coyote trap as effective as the one for the squirrels.