The Terry Thompson Tragedy

What can be said about this story that isn’t painfully, heartbreakingly obvious?  The real tragedy wasn’t the needless death of these animals, it was the life they had to endure.  I guess I’m just unable to understand the attraction or the requisite arrogance to own a menagerie.  I can’t even own more than one cat without feeling like a cat lady.  So try as I might to play devil’s advocate I can’t put myself in this guy’s shoes, and apparently in the end he didn’t want to be in them either.  I just keep imagining living next door to Terry Thompson, listening to lions roar all night and not knowing how these animals were kept or contained.  I shuddered at the animals deaths, but if I lived there and let my one-year old out to play in the yard, you better believe I’d be standing guard with a shotgun trained on the horizon.  Or better yet, I’d just move to Minnesota, land of 10,000 lakes and sensible exotic pet laws.  Although I don’t see anything prohibiting reptile ownership in Minnesota.  I guess Jata could have moved out to a nice place in the suburbs…