I just saw a Traveller’s insurance commercial about re-attaching rabbit’s feet. The premise is that with their insurance you no longer need your lucky limb. It got me thinking… well, that and the fact that I am a bit loopy and its 3 AM… that might have had something to do with it.
It just struck me as totally barbaric that we find it normal to walk around with our keys attached to the severed foot of a dead rabbit. How is that any different than the witch doctor with the shrunken head or shaking a chicken claw? It seems that this veneer we call civilization is not all that thick.
And then there’s always the old saying, “It couldn’t have been too lucky for the rabbit.”