Don’t Try This at Home

By Jim Hagarty
2017

Truth is stranger than fiction

I am all in favour of the mingling of species of bird and animal who normally wouldn’t be expected to get along.Those unusual co-minglings make great Facebook videos but there are limits.

A few years ago, a young man driving down a road in the U.S. saw a deer in a ditch that had just been hit and killed by a motorist. You and I in that situation would feel badly for the animal, and keep on driving.

Not this guy.

He jumped out of his car, took one look at the poor, expired animal and decided it would be a good idea to have sex with it, there and then in broad daylight. Which he did. And got caught doing, committing both necrophilia and bestiality all in one foul swoop.

Now, this morning, sex with an animal took on a much more dangerous nature. A young employee of a zoo in Florida was attempting to have sex with an alligator when the sea creature objected and retaliated.

You know, we all make terrible decisions, now and then, and those are usually based on bad ideas we allow to enter and percolate in our brains. No one would suddenly have sex with a deer or an alligator without first having tossed around the notion in their cranium.

For most people, to have any interaction with an alligator beyond basic care in a zoo setting, would be unimaginable. To attempt a loving relationship with one, defies any attempt by anyone to achieve some understanding of the phenomenon.

Sex, as a rule, is a pretty good thing, most would agree, even better if conditions are ideal.

But who on this green earth would look at an alligator with lust in his eyes?

Unless this whole thing is just fake news in which case, it’s all just a croc.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.