Thinning the Herd

There are all manner of things here in SF to freak the freaks.

It is a little strange to see folks so upset about some wind and rain, in a city that could shake itself into a flaming bog of bloody mud at any given moment, but anyway...

We've got tigers killin' folks too.
And there is a lot of fuss about it.

It seems that a Siberian tiger hopped the fence, killed a guy and mauled a few of his buddies at the zoo, a couple days back.

The tiger was in it's little cat house (she was here for breeding purposes) and hopped the moat. The moat was a concrete ditch, about a dozen feet deep and maybe twenty feet across, by generous reports.

And it was a tiger that has roughed up one of Jack Hanna's buddies previously.

The recenty departed may, or may not, have been taunting the tiger - or perhaps clambered over the outer fence.

It was around dusk, as well. Tigers do most of their hunting at dusk.

Oh, and other zoo folks have seen tigers jump the moat before. No problem.


Shit, if I was a bored tiger hanging out in SF waiting for some action - and there was some idiot was shouting tiger jokes or hopping my fence, well, I might have a go myself.


So, the tiger Tatiana whupped up some guy.
He ran away, which is reasonable.
His pals tried to intervene.
Tatiana, instinctively, viewed them as an interruption to a killing and gave them a bit of a slash.
Like a good hunter, she followed the blood trail to finish some business.
And she got shot.
Dinner died.



Now sure, I feel bad for some folks.
I guess the dead dude's folks were watching the story on the news, before they heard the jist.
That seems extra creepy.

Still, you have alpha-predator chillin' with alpha-ego - with a bit of a pit separating them.

Shit is going to get ugly, eventually.

That is a few thousand years of genetic information regarding the quick execution of large mammals working against a few dorks and a ditch.


I don't have any man-eaters here in the cat pack, but Christ, on a matter of scale I could tell you that a kitty that is a foot long can clear a double bed. Just by some simple math guesstimation I'd figure a six foot long cat might take that moat in stride.

Tatiana is dead, off'd by some late arriving cops. There is a dead guy, with some greiving mauled brothers. There are a herd of shitty salivating lawyers.
The whole thing is sad...