Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Oh, look, honey. Look at the pretty kitty. ARRRGGGHHHH!

Oh, great.

A 300-pound female tiger named Tatiana ate a man on Christmas day.

In San Francisco.

Tatiana chewed up another two men before police shot her.

If this story doesn't reflect the harsh vagaries of life, I don't know what does. You're spending a lovely holiday at the zoo and suddenly, wham! you're being eaten by a 300-pound tiger.

Or, conversely, you finally escape whatever it is that's holding you back and you're having a quiet Christmas nosh when several men shoot you dead. Damn.

Here's hoping there are fewer 300-pound tigers in your life (or men with guns) in the new year.

On a brighter note, I got an alarm clock for Christmas and I'm happy.

The little things. Learn to love the little things.

3 comments:

Sandra Ruttan said...

As much as it's a terrible thing to be eaten by a tiger, part of me is rather pissed off about killing it. It's like, when someone's killed by a bear around here, they go hunt it down.

Really, the animal is doing what's natural for it. We're the ones that locked the poor thing up (or encroached on territory, or got between mama bear and her babies) and the animal is responding on instinct. The bears aren't going to have a reunion and talk about how good it is to hunt human, for crying out loud.

Although of course, with the zoo, there's a hell of a lawsuit in the making there.

I'm glad you got an alarm clock.

Graham Powell said...

Hmmm, a new alternative to the old crime-fiction device "a man came through the door with a gun in his hand."

I like it better. "A 300-pound tiger came through the door with a gun in her hand."

Beneath the Carolina Moon said...

And if it wern't for that pixie dust, that crock would be following you around everywhere...tick..tock...tick..tock...tick..tock.

Dread