Last call: What’s your favorite escaped animal story?

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Late yesterday afternoon all work in various Takeout offices ground to a halt after Allison alerted us that a bull had escaped a trailer and was on the loose in Baltimore. WBAL-TV sent out its helicopter to provide live streaming footage of the bull standing in a field on the Coppin State University campus as police officers and employees of the Maryland Zoo attempted to shoot him with tranquilizer darts. But the bull stood strong and unbowed. It was mesmerizing. An excerpt from our Slack conversation:


Allison Robicelli: If the bull is smart enough to escape he deserves his freedom. This does not look like a stupid bull. I’m happy they brought in that van full of zoo people.

he’s moving!

Somebody with a cattle trailer showed up, got out of the truck and called the bull over.

Maybe a bull whisperer

Aimee Levitt: oh no! he’s walking into a trap!

Allison: I don’t know why everyone is so scared of the bull. How do farm people deal with bulls? They should talk to them.

Aimee: the world is a hard place for bulls

Allison: Oh my god they lost the bull


Aimee: that was my question

Kate Bernot: amateurs!

Allison: They found the bull. It passed out on a nearby block.

Aimee: poor bull

at least he’s alive

Kate: i’m so emotionally invested now

The bull was eventually revived and taken to the zoo for observation. We’re hoping he has a good life after this.


But the incident also prompted us to reminisce about our own favorite escaped animal stories: the Great Phoenix Llama Escape of 2015, the Quiznos Coyote of downtown Chicago, Chance the Snapper, and more.

What are some of yours?


Associate editor of The Takeout. Chicagoan. Owned by dog.



I’m a 30 year old who is terrified of two things in this world.

1) Spiders. Because I am sane and spiders are direct spawn of Satan

2) Sheep.

When I was 6 years old I was playing in my yard with my older brothers and some neighboorhood kids when 2 of the nastiest, dirtiest, ungroomed rabid looking sheep you can imagine busted out of the treeline making all sorts of halloween scream-track sounds. I froze on the spot to the point where my older brother had to pick me up like a sack of potatoes mid run. We made it up the deck stairs and closed the gate at the top about 5 feet in front of these lunatic sheep.

20 minutes later a dude wearing overalls (no shirt or shoes) who smelled very much like the monster sheep, knocks on our door asking if we’ve seen his sheep. I lived in a Connecticut suburb at the time, with 0 farms in the surrounding area. I don’t know where those sheep came from, I don’t know where that dude came from, but I know that you can show me a perfect fluffy lamb and I will punt it all the way TF out of my personal space to this day.