“Hey Daddy? Why’s he gwowling at me and why’s he got a wot of, wike, foamy stuff coming out of his mouff? OUCH!”
Makes Michael Jackson look sane.
Hope his boss sees this and fires him for “poor judgment”.
Doesn’t look like the woman cares too much either
This is nothing. I live in bear country (Whistler, BC, Canada) and we get tourists trying to introduce their children to wild black bears. The bears haven’t eaten any tourists yet and that’s a good thing: eating that much stupid would probably kill the bear.
About ten ears ago, I met a five year old who was missing a finger. A raccoon had bitten it off. I’ll never forget that.
When I was a kid we lived in a zoo for a year (Banham Zoo, Norfolk, England) – don’t ask, long story – and bears were the favourite for feeders. People regularly climbed the fences and offered fruit, sweets and cigarettes on arms stretched through the bars, convinced that the fruit, sweets or cigarettes were the thing that was enticing the bears… Some people just need a lot of understanding and comforting and loving and hugging and squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until you can’t squeeze any more.
I KNEW that I would be a good dad!
If only he knew how vicious raccoons really are…
and how sharp their claws are.
I’ve seen them climb 16′ concrete poles with ease.
He must have gone to MJ’s school of child-dangling. At least this one’s closer to the ground.
im his uncle not his dad dammit
“Hey Daddy? Why’s he gwowling at me and why’s he got a wot of, wike, foamy stuff coming out of his mouff? OUCH!”
Makes Michael Jackson look sane.
Hope his boss sees this and fires him for “poor judgment”.
Doesn’t look like the woman cares too much either
This is nothing. I live in bear country (Whistler, BC, Canada) and we get tourists trying to introduce their children to wild black bears. The bears haven’t eaten any tourists yet and that’s a good thing: eating that much stupid would probably kill the bear.
About ten ears ago, I met a five year old who was missing a finger. A raccoon had bitten it off. I’ll never forget that.
When I was a kid we lived in a zoo for a year (Banham Zoo, Norfolk, England) – don’t ask, long story – and bears were the favourite for feeders. People regularly climbed the fences and offered fruit, sweets and cigarettes on arms stretched through the bars, convinced that the fruit, sweets or cigarettes were the thing that was enticing the bears… Some people just need a lot of understanding and comforting and loving and hugging and squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until you can’t squeeze any more.
I KNEW that I would be a good dad!
If only he knew how vicious raccoons really are…
and how sharp their claws are.
I’ve seen them climb 16′ concrete poles with ease.
He must have gone to MJ’s school of child-dangling. At least this one’s closer to the ground.