Goodnight, Tiger.
I must admit: I am obsessed with the San Francisco Zoo tiger attack.
It's the kind of breaking news story made for a long holiday weekend when nothing else is going on. Every day brings new twists and turns: bloody shoe prints, dangling limbs, and belligerent victims with police records who refuse to cooperate with the investigation. We may never know what exactly transpired, other than that it's never a good idea to mix trouble-making teenagers with a dangerously unsecured tiger grotto.
But tonight, during TJ's bedtime story, it occurred to me: Where was the Gorilla in all this?
It's the kind of breaking news story made for a long holiday weekend when nothing else is going on. Every day brings new twists and turns: bloody shoe prints, dangling limbs, and belligerent victims with police records who refuse to cooperate with the investigation. We may never know what exactly transpired, other than that it's never a good idea to mix trouble-making teenagers with a dangerously unsecured tiger grotto.
But tonight, during TJ's bedtime story, it occurred to me: Where was the Gorilla in all this?
i think we know most of what happened. the wall was too low, the kids taunted the tiger, the tiger attempted to eat all the kids.
pretty simple.
the kids who are still alive and some zoo personnel should all go to jail. the victim's family should get a few million in settlement money. the zoo should be closed down, and the animals all sent to sanctuaries.
how's that for a start?
Case closed, you are like Sherlock Holmes in ballet flats!
(How is it I haven't read your blog in months?)