(a great book by the way)
Today I decided to take the kids to the zoo. It was sunny and we have a season pass, so why not put on 100 layers to stay warm and go for a while. We had enjoyed the first couple of exhibits when we got to the lion viewing window. We first looked for the lions up on their plain area, but since it was cold we figured they were sunning themselves on rocks, or still inside. Upon getting closer to the window we saw a single line of caution tape blocking the small area off. I figured perhaps there was a crack in the glass, or some other small issue making it necessary to keep people away for safety reasons. Then I thought about the life preservers I saw up by the lion plains, and the zookeeper hiding in the bushes talking on her walkie talkie about not being able to see the lion anywhere which I had previously not thought much of. Then I wondered if there was some carnage. Soon enough another zoo patron came by and we heard some roaring and growling going on. Next thing we see a lioness come to the window (which we are kept 50 or so feet back from by the caution tape) and she is ANGRY. At us. Then she runs off and the guy starts to make lion noises in hopes she will come back. She doesn’t, but a zookeeper comes up and tells him not to growl, as the lioness is new and hates people. I start to ask her where the lion came from and before she can answer she is being called on her walkie talkie and runs off.
Is it just me, or if you were acquiring a new lion for the zoo, wouldn’t you get one that does not want to destoy all the humans who come to see it? I’m just saying…
P.S. Gorillas eating broccoli for breakfast is really awesome.
P.P.S. I just read on the zoo’s blog that she is a young lion who was brought here for breeding to save her species. That means she came from Africa, which is a joke I was going to make, but didn’t.
And you didn’t take a picture to make her even happier?
Yeah, why not enrage her with the flash over and over? Poor lion. I feel sorry for her, because she belongs “home” in Africa. I’d be ticked if someone took me out of Renton. Oh wait… no I wouldn’t.
I wish I were there. Really. Maybe without the kids.