When I almost became predator bait (feline, that is)


Years ago, while on an early-morning birdwalk in the Terai region of western Nepal, things went suddenly very, very wrong, and I found myself alone in tiger territory (my guides had disappeared for parts unknown).

The story of that birdwalk-turned-predator-stalking, “Of Fur Not Fowl: Or How Not to Catch a Tiger,” has just been published in the Fall edition of The Citron Review, an online journal of brief literature.

Written in the form of a scientific methods field manual, the piece humorously captures what took place in the space of less than an hour, describing in a stepwise fashion how I avoided becoming kitty brunch. Or kitty bait. Or kitty-anything.



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