Man Raised by Wolves Prefers Animal Life to the Human World

SourceA man who was raised by wolves in a cave for 12 years has admitted that he feels disappointed with human life.

Marcos Rodríguez Pantoja was dubbed the Mowgli of Spain when he was found by authorities.

But the former wolf boy says he struggles with the coldness of the human world and wishes he could go back to living with the animals. …

But the now 72-year-old lives in a small, cold house and said his last happy memories are of his childhood with the animals, El Pais reports. …

He said: “One day I went into a cave and started to play with wolf cubs that lived here and fell asleep. Later, the mother brought food for them and I woke up,” the BBC reports.

“The wolf started to rip the meat apart. A cub got close to me and I tried to steal his food because I was hungry as well. The mother pawed at me. I backed off.”

But he says after feeding her pups she threw him a piece of meat. … “I took it, ate it, and thought she was going to bite me, but she put her tongue out, and started to lick me. After that I was one of the family.”

Go ahead and mock Marcos Rodriguez Pantoja if you will, but you won’t get any help from me. I can totally relate to where he’s coming from. Human life sucks. Adulthood is even worse. I grew up watching Jungle Book. It looked like Mowgli had a pretty sweet life then and nothing about growing up changed my opinion. I’ve got bills to pay. My tax returns to finish. I just had to shell out the down payment on a new car. Once I’m done fixing something around the house something else needs work. I’ll admit I don’t have it bad as some. But there’s a part of me that would trade it all for the carefree life of a Wolf Boy.

Sleeping with your cub brothers and sisters. Getting fed raw meat by your wolf mom. Having her welcome you into the family with a wolf mother kisses. No ungrateful kids demanding you drive them everywhere every day of your life. No traffic jams. No emails to answer. No responsibilities. No one’s an asshole to you. No one reminding you about 41-33 and bitching about how Belichick didn’t play Malcolm Butler. Plus you get to hunt with your teeth and claws. The wolf is only as strong as the pack, and the pack is only as strong as Old Balls. If that life is available, then you can sign me right the hell up.