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In my city this week, there was both an 'African lion' siting that stirred everyone up and a confirmed bear break-in at a couple places in broad daylight.
Had it have been a mountain lion, I wouldn't have been so surprised, because they have wondered pretty far into the city a couple times that I remember. But everyone was so sure this was an African lion at first. It's like, what in the world is an unaccounted for lion doing wandering in the middle of Colorado, instead of, say, the African plain? However, a photographer that was released later showed that it looked much more like a large dog's behind, and while things have died down, the 'mystery' animal still has not been detained.
The bear is certainly a bear, though, and broke into a large electronics store in a busy part of town, ran the length of the store before being chased out through another window he broke. It was possibly the same bear that was spotted today in someone's garage 4 miles away eating ice out of someone's freezer. Both times he was caught on film, and he's big, yet he still hasn't been found since he ran away again.
And for those who don't live anywhere around bear country, do you have any idea just how big they are in person? See how close you can stand next to a brown bear next time you go to a zoo. It will make you feel small.
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But on a more creative end of things, I had a dream last night about a butterfly. I've had quite a few dreams with butterflies in them lately. Except this butterly was about as long as a chihuahua and had a thorax thicker than my arm, and it had some stubby legs with tiny suck toes, and it's body was very, very, very furry, in striped brown-ish colors. It still had a probiscis but I think it had another mouth under that. I thought maybe it was a moth because of how fuzzy and thick it was, but it had very brightly colored butterfly wings. It was a little shy when my friend and I found it, but once it warmed up to me, it was very affectionate, and wanted to crawl up my arm and sit on my shoulder. I tried to insist it wouldn't so the oil in my skin wouldn't clog it's tastebuds on its feet, thereby slowly killing it because it wouldn't know what to eat, but I concurred that it was not a normal butterfly so it must have been alright, and being that big the oil on my skin couldn't possibly have caused as much damage as it could to normal little butterflies. Come to think of it, it was a pretty ugly looking thing, but I found it very cute.
I still feel bad about the time I stepped on a butterfly some years ago. It went 'crunch' and I had no idea it was there until I looked to see what the sound was. Ironically, I was taking a picture of another butterfly when I did that.
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