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Originally Posted by Kristy
I'd have agreed with you except for the part yesterday afternoon where they followed the cat and caught Robin into the yard and continued screaming, or that they stuck around and screamed this morning.
Seems abnormally disinterested in their own safety in fleeing a predator, no?
I don't know, but I suspect there's a tribe mentality that kicks in. Like when water buffalo spot a lion. The first that recognizes won't run although that would be best for that particular buffalo's safety. Instead they alert the herd and form a circle around the vulnerable members of the herd. Cats and other predators depend largely on stealth, they'll never catch a bird/deer/antelope/buffalo that is sufficiently alerted the predators presence. In this case the warning went out late, but the instinct was still to alert others of the presence of the predator.
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Originally Posted by Kristy
I don't understand this poem, but the vibe is distinctly Ed Gein.
Patrick Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?
David Van Patten: Ed Gein? The maitre 'd at Canal Bar?
Patrick Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin, the '50s.
Craig McDermott: So what did he say?
Patrick Bateman: "When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part wants me to take her out, talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right."
David Van Patten: And what did the other part think?
Patrick Bateman: "What her head would look like on a stick... "