Last year, one of my hip young co-workers clued me in on what a "cougar" was-- a hot middle-aged woman.
This week, though, the other kind of cougar was spotted not too far from my home:
A 150 pound cougar was spotted in Roscoe Village, a neighborhood less than a mile from my house. A teacher at Audubon Elementary, a school I used to teach at, saw it and reported it to the police. Wisely, the school cancelled outdoor recess that day.
At first, most people assumed that it was a pet that some idiot had kept. It turned out that the cougar was wild. There is speculation that it may have come all the way from South Dakota. My biology teacher told me that it's not unusual for a cougar to roam over 500 miles.
Unfortunately, they had to shoot it; there was no practical (or safe) way to capture it and return it to the wild.
As if that weren't strange enough, last night we had an earthquake here in Chicago, and an aftershock later. We midwesterners forget about the New Madrid fault.
What's next-- a locust plague?