I can’t help it. I’m fascinated by this tiger attack that happened over the holidays up in San Francisco.
The quick version is three men were attacked by a tiger while visiting a zoo. One guy died and two others were seriously injured. Later, they found empty vodka bottles in the car of the victims. And even later, a mom reported she saw four boys taunting the tigers, growling at them and throwing objects at the animals. Apparently they found a footprint on the top of the fence that may indicate someone was standing or hanging on the fence.
Evidently Tatiana had enough and leaped the fence (possibly even using one of the taunters as leverage) and got out. Police are now getting warrants to examine the cell phones of the three men for pictures and video recordings.
Obviously it’s a sad situation. Someone died after all and others seriously injured.
Of course, me being me, I am a litle fixated on the fact that the men were all run down by the tiger. I would think that maybe the tiger would grab somebody… like the guy on the fence. I would have thought the other two would have gotten away. If that was me, I’d have made for the overpriced bistro and dived through the order window and slammed it shut. I can see the tiger smashing into the glass face first… its face smashed against the glass, slowly sinking to the ground like on the cartoons. My friend Cheryl says she’d have ducked down behind an overturned table. I’m gonna miss my friend Cheryl. While I’m safe in the bistro, the world’s biggest cat would be having Cheryl tartar.
I’m not sure abut this because I’m not an animal scientist, but I think tigers are only fast in the short run and can’t really run over the long haul. And that’s where I’d get the advantage cause I’m fast baby, FAST!