Gamma ray burst destroys the earth’s ozone layer.
Brain eating amoeba gets up your nose.
Stung by a Box Jellyfish.
Hippos kill more people than any other animal?
Death by legal execution –your odds are 1 in 62,468
It’s not my story. It’s Scot’s. He doesn’t have a blog so I’ll tell it, and I’ll probably miss some important parts and maybe get something wrong or out of order, but here’s what happened as I understand it:
After watching a horror movie at a theater, Scot came home and entered his house. His cat is there, looking very anxious. From inside the house comes a ghastly shrieking howl; part-animal, part-banshee. This is followed by a loud crash of breaking glass as the sliding glass door in the back of his house shatters. Alex, the cat, freaks out and runs full bore into an unbroken part of the glass door and bounces off. He disappears into the shadows.
What the hell happened? It’s elementary, my dear Watson. When Scot is out, he leaves a window open a cat’s width for Alex to come into the house. The window is several feet off the ground. While at the movies, a raccoon entered through the window, scarfed cat food, and maybe was casing out the rest of the house when Scot walked in. The coon, scared by the sudden appearance of Scot, bolted for what looked like the outdoors but he was unfamiliar with the concept of glass. His thick skull smashed through the glass door and he escaped. No blood was found. Maybe the animal went to a local emergency room with a concussion. Alex, terrified by both raccoon and window crash, did exactly the same thing as the raccoon, only he was too small to break a window. He was found the next day; uninjured, but a little reluctant to come home. No raccoon was actually ever spotted in this incident, but a previous raccoon invasion made one these bandits the most likely suspect.
I had an opportunity to see a sneak preview of this at SIFF recently. Pretty good because it’s a pretty good story. In some ways improves upon the book, in other ways, no. Sure, it’s Hollywood-ified: starts with kites, ends with kites, includes some smarmy music in between as it dutifully takes you through the plot points. But it’s well told and well acted. It’s a well-crafted visualization of the book, not a work of art in its own right. It stayed true to the story, and worked as a tear-jerker. The father was very well cast and excellent. And, thank goodness, they didn’t take an American star actor and try to make him an Afghan.
A quote from a New Yorker article, “The Abyss,” by Oliver Sacks. I hope to fit that phrase into a song lyric someday