No, there was no escaped tiger running around Cave Spring yesterday.

That was an April Fool’s joke.

I’ve gotta hand it to you people — you’re sharp.  There were verrrry few people who fell for my ruse this year.  (You distinguished believers know who you are.)

Maybe I went too far in naming the fictional “Jowicker” zoological agency.  Or maybe my citing of witness “April Flanagan” was a little too on the nose.

Oh, well.  I can still reminisce with pride about last year’s gem of a hoax.  That one actually worked a little too well — I spent days afterward clarifying for people that I had not joined a traveling dance company for middle-aged performers.



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