Jump in

I forgot to say, I saw this this week, a new news story about someone jumping into the enclosure of a dangerous animal at some zoo or some such. And then all-too-late realising that it wasn’t a very bright thing to do.

I’m not sure how to feel about the fact that on reading this story, my initial thoughts were that a) We hadn’t had a decent one of these incidents for a while, and b) Good that the polar bears get a look in on this sort of action. Most folk tend to unimaginatively go for the lion enclosure, so good for this week’s nutter recognising the fearsomely destructive power of the polar bear. If in fact enterting the polar bear pit was indeed an intentionally self-destructive act, as these folk always seem shocked and terrified when the massive bloody predators whose territory they’re invading come and attack them.

I’m not really ashamed that I feel no concern whatsoever for the jumper, as it does strike me that once you’ve jumped into a tiger’s cage, no one on the planet’s going to sympathise with you.

Throw yourself off a bridge, and people’ll pity your wretched circumstances. Toss yourself under a train and people are horrified at the thought of what could have driven you to do it. Leap into the lion’s den, however, and everyone will roll their eyes and call you a bloody idiot forever.

I think maybe because these people never seem like they’re trying to kill themselves. Especially judging by the aforementioned shock they display when Simba turns out to be not so cuddly after all.

Anyway, in conclusion, well done to the lady in question for letting the polar bears have a slice of nutter-attracting action. Idiot.