Villagers believe the crocodile may have escaped from a crocodile farm...
Kitty Forman: Why are you really here?
Burt Sigurdson: Well, we had a reversal of fortune.
Bea Sigurdson: Tell them what happened.
Burt Sigurdson: I bought an ostrich farm.
Bea Sigurdson: Tell them what else happened.
Burt Sigurdson: It was next to a coyote farm.
Red Forman: Great story. See you at Christmas.
Bea Sigurdson: He lost all our money.
Burt Sigurdson: We had to sell the house in Phoenix, which is why we're here.
Red Forman: An ostrich farm, Burt? Who the hell wants to eat an ostrich?
Kitty Forman: Coyotes, apparently.
I see they pixelated the croc to protect its identity.
Crocodile Lives Matter! Riot tonight! Burn it down!
When you fear you will choke if you try to swallow the poorly chosen tendenous mass, rather then easily eaten muscle, don’t swallow—just spit it out.
This is the way.
Taste like chicken.
When my father did his second tour in Vietnam, he used to tell my brother and I stories of how they used a jeep to run over pythons and how they would cut them into steaks and eat them.
Anyhow, I digress.
Did they cook the arm with it?
I never understood the hunting and killing of a wild animal that attacked a human. That is what wild animals do.
JoMa
One day you’re the predator, the next day you’re the prey...a good life lesson.
I remember seeing a story once years ago that, I think was in Thailand. Every fall half of a village would gather on one side of a rice paddy with pots and pans, the other half on the other side with clubs and burlap bags.
The pot/pan side would drive the rats to the other who would kill an bag the rats.
Then they would feast on grain fed rat.
Someone is getting a new pair of shoes.