I was in my financial adviser's office the other day--He handles all of my $87 in savings!--when one of his clients made a quick visit. For the life of me, I can't remember what the antecedent statement was, but, as he left, he said something like this: That's like shooting a sasquatch. Someone who would do that is a sicko! (I didn't use quotation marks on this statement because it is a paraphrase.)
The statement struck a somewhat sympathetic chord with me: I never really liked to kill anything, and, the older I get, the more I feel that way. Perhaps age creates a reverence for life--in some people. And, as a combination of a person of scientific bent and a closet ecologist, I would hate to see a rare species pushed closer to extinction even though a body would povide a lot of scientific information.
Since absolutely nothing had been said about Bigfeet/Yeti/Sasquatch, I was left wondering what had put that particular burr under the guy's saddle blanket--that particular rock in the guy's shoe.
Any comments?