RIP, Eastern Cougars. While I think it would be neat to still have large cats here in CT (especially with how many deer we now have everywhere), the thought of having to worry about an 80 lb feline jumping out of a tree onto my back as I bring my recyclables to the curb is terrifying.
Maybe if I had a Bowie Knife or a six shooter with me, I’d feel better, but I’m sure the record shows that even before we eradicated the big cats from New England, there were few to zero attacks of cougars on humans.
I’m conficted here…