i discovered some animals that, in another universe, i would totally make my friends. for example, the bearded boar (which if you'll notice, has a crazy, wild bristle-y snout):
or, the klipspringer, which, in addition to being totally cute, supports its entire body weight on two thick toenails on each foot:
i also particularly appreciate the attitudes of the following creatures:
(i love the look the orangutan on the right is throwing at the one wearing the coat.)
(this meerkat was way over it.)
(such disdain for me - unwarranted, obviously.)
kidding aside, i love animals (as if my herd of cats wasn't a gigantic clue) and seeing all those beautiful, soulful mammals was a bit bittersweet. it was, and always is, amazing to be able to see them so close and to try to read their minds. however, i hugely dislike having to share my experience with all the other loud obnoxious people. wherever i go, regardless of whether or not i actually am tourist, i never feel like one. this may sound a little holier-than-thou (which, believe me, i don't mean to be), but i feel like i'm always learning and trying to understand and just generally being respectful - something i think many, many people in the world usually don't give a damn about. so, my point is that i feel like my zen zoo experience was ruined by people who were acting like they were at a freak show.
on a completely unrelated note, i'm very proud to announce that we've discovered a proactive and quite satisfying way of dealing with our neighbor's occasional (read: nearly daily) country-musical assaults on greater los angeles: tonight, we practiced our square dancing and then did a shit-ton of vacuuming. frankly, i'm impressed.