Trackers with heat-vision goggles showed up this morning around 5.00 a.m. to look for the female wolf running around Kyiv National Botanical Garden. They didn’t find anything, but said they would keep on looking, according to the guy at the main gate.
The garden is on 117 hectares (about 289 acres), so it could take a while.
Some wolf tips:
Do not run or turn your back toward an aggressive wolf or wolves.
Retreat slowly while facing a wolf and act aggressively, maintain eye contact if possible.
If you are with a companion and more than one wolf is present, place yourselves back to back and slowly move away from the wolves.
Make loud noises.
Aggressively use handy items to discourage wolves from approaching.
Stand your ground if a wolf attacks you and fight with any means possible.
Climb a tree if necessary; wolves cannot climb trees.
This is the wolf they are looking for.
In related news, Serhiy Leshchenko found himself in a mood to write something moving and once again had the unmitigated fucking gall to repurpose Zelensky’s failures into content, flattering himself as one who cares while movingly reminding the audience that it’s okay now to feel good about Ukraine and its vague ambitions for progress.
That anyone anywhere is so stupid as to take this laughable piece of shit seriously, with his his deranged fantasies about de-oligarchization, his bizarrely punctuated bullshit on behalf of those whose plan for Ukraine’s “security” is a brief winter відпочинок in Bukovel, is beyond me.
Serhiy, like Iuliia, is thriving today, thanks to the new Kyiv Post’s ground glass editorial policy devised to delight only a handful of people. Looking on the bright side, the man they are paid to apologize for – the twitching chimp that is Zelensky fils – is unlikely to regain popularity thanks to op-eds published in any language anywhere, that is, unless Russia mounts a full-scale invasion.