I don't believe they are eating pets and animals "yet" And it's probably a red herring, untill that lady who made a post claiming to see her cat swinging from a tree being butchered somehow forgot to take her phone with her at that time, or report it to the police shows some evidence of it.
But "Springfield" is a perfect place for "something" to happen because Springfield perfectly ties to the Simpsons. A cultural touchstone of an America that no longer exists. A small enough town is a great place for things to happen. Hopefully it's small enough that there's enough community to cover for each other, but given the urban dude who was at the city council meeting, I suspect the town has already been colonised.
I can believe it. I used to eat lunch at a park in Alameda (SF Bay Area) and every now and then a little old Russian* lady would wander up to one of the hundreds of insolent Geese.
She'd grab one by the neck, do this weird twirl flip rending it extremely dead and then wander back home plucking feathers as she went. To what I assume would be an awesome roast goose dinner.
*I've worked with enough Russian coders to be able to parse out "Fuck" and "your mother" that she yelled at the assembled soccer moms when they'd inevitably protest.
I don't believe they are eating pets and animals "yet" And it's probably a red herring, untill that lady who made a post claiming to see her cat swinging from a tree being butchered somehow forgot to take her phone with her at that time, or report it to the police shows some evidence of it.
But "Springfield" is a perfect place for "something" to happen because Springfield perfectly ties to the Simpsons. A cultural touchstone of an America that no longer exists. A small enough town is a great place for things to happen. Hopefully it's small enough that there's enough community to cover for each other, but given the urban dude who was at the city council meeting, I suspect the town has already been colonised.
Sad.
I can believe it. I used to eat lunch at a park in Alameda (SF Bay Area) and every now and then a little old Russian* lady would wander up to one of the hundreds of insolent Geese.
She'd grab one by the neck, do this weird twirl flip rending it extremely dead and then wander back home plucking feathers as she went. To what I assume would be an awesome roast goose dinner.
*I've worked with enough Russian coders to be able to parse out "Fuck" and "your mother" that she yelled at the assembled soccer moms when they'd inevitably protest.