I remember my wife wanted to watch some show on animal planet not too long ago about people that kept wild animals as pets. You can imagine how most of them ended up. My favorite was about a woman who had 4 or 5 wolves/half-wolves in an acre-large pen or so in her back yard. She had originally slipped into depression after a divorce and decided to explore her something like 1/32nd native american heritage and go to a medicine man. She did so, and while in a vision quest she discovered her animal spirit guide was a wolf. That's when she decided she would start to acquire them. She went out to feed them, got in the pen to play with them. During the interview process she repeatedly described the alpha male of the pack in a way that made you strongly suspect she was literally in love with it and venturing into unwise experimentation. :hurt: One afternoon a neighbor stopped by and found her body torn to shreds in the pen she kept them in.
Sardonic, this is why I would want to work with them, not get it on with them. Helping wounded animals and the like is all good. Trying to give a bear a bearhug, not so good. A lot of people seem to think that if they raise an animal or feed it that it won't hurt them. You have to remember one thing. It's a wild fucking animal! Edit: Not pissed at you, Sardonic. I just hate dumbasses like that woman.
