Lions and tigers, oh my

As if the people on the Bolivar Peninsula didn’t have enough to worry about, a lion and a tiger got loose during the storm. News reports this morning say that they have been “corralled,” which doesn’t quite sound like “caught” to me. The tiger is supposedly tame, but if it’s been without food for the better part of a week I’m sure it’s looking at human beings with a much different eye than before.

I read Isabel Allende’s Zorro during those long, powerless days. It’s a very good book, an origin story for the masked man with the sabre. Historically rich, it pulls in conditions in California, Barcelona and even manages to get Jean Lafitte into the story.

I watched the second episode of Fringe online last night. I’m still on the fence about the show. I like the old guy—he’s a delightful character—but the science is so wonky that my training rebels against it and I’m not exactly sucked in to the premise yet.