Recently, I encountered a mountain lion as I was leaving the print shop one late night. Then the fed’s trapped one near Genoa, some 30 miles southwest of Virginia City.
While we don’t know if it is that cat, we did do some speculating that it could be. A news story about the capture and how I had seen one made the Comstock Chronicle, one of the papers I write for and print.
Bringing an extra copy home, one leftover from my delivery route, my wife took note of the story.
“You never told me about this,” she said.
“No, I didn’t,” I said. “I’m stupid, but not dumb. I figured it was better that you didn’t know since I had to be up there after dark the next week.”
“Oh,” she said. “Thank you, and I love you for that.”
I’m still wondering if there was a glitch in the matrix.