By DIANNA TROYER — A telepathic pet communicator mentioned my old feline friend out of the blue: “Oh, by the way, Spock wants me to tell you he’s coming back.”
When we bought our house in Sandpoint, Idaho in 2002, there were no moose, and there were a lot of tulips. People who lived outside of town had to build fences to protect their gardens, but not us. We had bugs and slugs. That was it. Moose lived out in the woods where moose belonged, and we rarely spotted them. That changed one snowy morning.