I saw a video the other day, taken by someone from his front door during Hurricane Sandy. It showed a good-sized shark swimming around his front yard. “Farewell and adieu to ye fair Spanish ladies…”
All right, it was a freak flood caused by a major hurricane, not Jaws‘ revenge. But one of my buddies from Chessgames.com, who lives in the Netherlands, reported a national freak-out this summer when a wolf turned up in Holland. (Full story at http://phys.org/news/2013-08-wolf-netherlands-scientists.html )
There’s hardly any wildlife left in Holland, he says. “People are excited when they see an occasional squirrel–or sometimes even a rabbit. Anything larger will induce various degrees of panic.”
Well, at least one scientist thinks there might be a small population of wolves in the Netherlands, probably having migrated there from Eastern Europe. In the hypersuburban town where I live, a bear turned up last summer. Uh-oh.
Those of you who’ve been reading my Bell Mountain novels know that the return of exotic, dangerous wildlife to lands inhabited by civilized nations is a sign that God is going to change the world.
Sharks in this one’s front yard, a bear in that one’s back yard, and wolves wandering among the windmills…
Be afraid. Be very afraid.