Of course, there are animals that can kill us, some that may even try to eat us, but they aren't actually a predator of humans.

So pondering this, one begins to wonder what sort of mythical and/or Hollywood creature would be violent and intelligent enough to hunt humans as their food? Because they would have to be brilliant. They would have to adapt as quickly as we do. They would have to be stronger than us, and able to move beyond our detection. Obviously, our military would focus less on oil and foreign dictators, and more on saving our own asses, so our hunters would have to be fully aware of our capabilities. If they were to fall behind in any way, you know that we, as a race, would wipe them out for having the audacity to hunt us.

So let's say a race of beasties of some sort decides that human is just about the tastiest damn thing they've ever tossed in their yap, and they begin to hunt us. What would this beastie be like?

I'd like to think it would be something like the Predator. Imagine it, you're out at the beach, having a bar-b-que with friends. And the hunt, unbeknownst to us, has begun. They swoop down upon us, all invisible. Snatching up children and stuffing them, screaming of course, in bags for transport and later consumption. They tear apart and kill some juicy humans. MMM! And that chick running for her car screaming in her itty-bitty bikini? Oh yeah. Lunch!

Or you're out clubbing with friends and a lone hunter slips in, slaughtering the entire dance floor and slowly savoring the tastiest bits.

See, it would become a worldwide phenomenon. First we would panic, but that's not the part that interests me. What interests me is what happens 20, 30 years down the road? What happens when it becomes our way of life? Because the crackpot ideas of building cities underground or underwater aren't really feasible. And we're their food; they don't want to hunt us to extinction. They're as smart, if not smarter than we are, and they give us amble time to breed. There is no danger of the human race dying out. And our special, faddish gizmos that are invented to keep us safe? They're really nothing more than talismans and charms. Nothing works you see, we're their prey. They are always one step ahead of us.

So we adjust. We deal with the fact that one day we could be walking down the street with our friends and our little group is suddenly slammed with an invisible force, sending us falling and scattering like bowling pins. We all know someone who was hunted, or who lost someone to the hunt. It's a common occurrence to be at the mall taking advantage of a sale and hear the screams of our fellow humans, as it becomes clear that a hunt has begun.

Maybe it becomes seasonal, and we're safe most of the year, and in danger other parts of the year. I doubt they would accept any agreements of willing "sacrifices", as they enjoy the hunt as much as some people enjoy hunting.

Anyways...that's what I was thinking about last night. Cosmo and I had a great laugh about it.

It's true though...sometimes I do wish that we were something's prey.