Death By Crocodile

So today, my day was my crap.

Then I read this.


http://dailycaller.com/2014/09/16/woman-commits-suicide-by-crocodile/


Yeah...

So to sum up, there's this 65 year old lady in Thailand.    Her family was a little worried about her on Friday and contacted the police because they couldn't get ahold of her.    The police said she had to be missing 24 hours before they could fill out a missing person's report.

Meanwhile, she travels to the largest crocodile farm in the world, Samut Prakarn Crocodile Farm & Zoo,  home to over 100,000 crocodiles. She walks up to the fence, takes off her shoes and sets them neatly down by the fence, and dives head first fully clothed into a ten foot deep pit filled with ONE THOUSAND FLIPPING hungry adult crocodiles waiting for her.

The workers tried to beat the crocodiles away with long poles, but, you know, ONE THOUSAND FLIPPING HUNGRY CROCODILES said, "Thanks, but we've got this."

You read that right.  She committed suicide by crocodile.

What.  The.  Heck.

Can you imagine?    How stinking bad must your day be to say to yourself, "Self, death by being eaten and mauled by a thousand savage beasts is appealing to me today?"

This article has taken up a good portion of my subconscious today.  I cannot stop thinking about it.
It's a horrible way to die, and perhaps the gruesome of her choice of suicide makes this one stick out horribly to me. To be honest, though, one of the things that has bothered me all day, besides her death, are the shoes.

Why did she take them off and lay them so carefully?  I've had a thousand ideas.  Were they crocodile shoes and she didn't think it was right that they eat them?    Were they her sister's and it was a final good-bye?   Was taking off her shoes before she committed suicide a sign of respect for her country? Did she just want to be barefoot when she left this world?

It has bothered me all day. I can't stop thinking of those two little shoes lying there beside a fence, while a horrible death goes on beneath them.   It's too vivid a picture for me, and I just have to know why.

I was talking to The Kid about this, and very pragmatically she said, "Easy.  She wanted to make sure people knew it was deliberate and  that she didn't accidentally fall in."

Oh.  Wow.

That makes sense.  The one scenario I didn't think of and it's so simple.

So while I've had a really bad, no good horrible day, my day has *NOT* been death by crocodile bad....It's all about perspective.

May this poor woman finally find peace.