I'm safe from its bite now, but it's hardly a solution to my issue as the coyote is now riled enough to attack, throwing itself at the door and snarling madly. I scoot away from the door a bit, grimacing as the vinyl seat reminds me of its sizzling hot presence beyond the floormat I was using. Meanwhile, the coyote decides to get a better view, rearing up and scrabbling at the door glass while painting it with saliva.