Handwich Attack

Everybody knows the saying that the grass is always greener on the other side. Karl figured out the concept of it as well. This morning a tender exploring of my hand turned into a ruthless hand attack. Not only did he just want the bigger handwich, but he also camouflaged the malicious attack by just being supercute. Sneaky!



In other news: Ever since I read about the bear on the run in the Lower East Side of Manhattan I'm trying to be aware that even in an urban environment wildlife can get out of hand. And there we go: yesterday I spotted a lion (on a bicycle) during my afternoon walk.