Big bad wolf.

Where the heck did the big bad wolf fairy tale (I almost wrote “tail”…  well, I actually did, then looked up on dictionary.com and corrected it) come from?  Must have been centuries ago.  But somehow, through those tales or deep inside our DNA code, the fear of wolves carried through the generations.  Older I get, more I like wolves.  Used to be the lion and the tiger (eagle at some point), but I like wolves.  I like their independent spirits.  I like their packs.  No feelings about their howling, but I’m sure there is something deeper in it than I comprehend.

Wolves are so independent.   When was the last time you’ve seen a circus wolf?  You’ve seen tigers (think Vegas), lions, elephants, but no wolves.  But where is the fear of wolves come from?  Andrei used to be afraid of a wolf (he still maybe a little, but hides it).  This brilliant video talks about number of people eaten by wolves and it’s a minuscule number.

On an unrelated note, if you want to save on a trip to Paris:

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