A Mountain Lion in San Francisco? Really?
So, a mountain lion wandered into San Francisco. Lets just pause for a moment and appreciate the sheer absurdity of that sentence. A mountain lion. In San Francisco. You know, the city famous for its sourdough bread, tech bros, and aggressively polite drivers who still manage to honk at each other over parking spots? Apparently, wildlife decided this concrete jungle was now prime habitat. Fantastic.
And, naturally, the response was a full-blown operation involving tranquilizer darts and bewildered news crews. Because what else would we do? Declare it a tourist attraction? Come see Bartholomew! Hes wandered off his mountain and is currently confused by crosswalk signals!
Honestly, it’s just peak California. We pave over natural spaces, displace native creatures, then act shocked when they decide to check out the scenery. The dedication to capturing this one lost feline while simultaneously ignoring the escalating housing crisis feels…prioritized, shall we say?
Im sure Bartholomew is now happily relocated back to wherever mountain lions are supposed to be, presumably plotting his revenge on humanity for disturbing his leisurely stroll through a city that clearly wasn’t built for him. Just another Tuesday in paradise.
