Last week we went to the LA Zoo. Although the girls didn't seem to really respond to the animals, Camille fell asleep and Sadie was preoccupied with a hat I bought for her, I enjoyed myself, although I am not quite sure why.
Overall, that zoo is pretty bleak. I mean, at some point it was new, right? It seemed dingy, the animals were unenthusiastic, I think one of the apes may have flipped me off. If I was a zoo animal, and I would like to add if I was an animal I would WANT to be a zoo animal, I think I would rather be in San Diego.
I certainly wouldn't want to be at one of those zoos who sell the animals to hunting farms, and I would want to have the basics, but I don't need to be in a pen that I could run around, because I wouldn't be running. I'm in a cage, nothing is chasing me, that is the real beauty of being a zoo animal.
I know there those who argue wild animals should be in their habitat(s).
Really? I'm a elephant living in Africa. Oh no, here comes Mr. Poacher to get my tusks to make someone a bracelet...or I am a jaguar on the Serengeti...oh no, here comes global warming and I can't find any life sustaining food or water . I'm a water buffalo in Montana grazing along minding my own business...oh no here come the hungry lions to maul me and begin to eat my flesh while I am still alive.
Once you are an adult in the animal kingdom, you are on your own. No one does your hunting or grazing for you. Sure you might live in a pride or herd, or gaggle, yet with groups politics are always a factor, and you think everything is fine until the buck who you never really felt comfortable around begins texting your mate.
By far the best option is the zoo life. Your food is brought to you, and its stuff you like the most, your bedding or cave is just how you like it-because the zoo wants you to be happy so you don't die...so that people can bring their twin daughters to look at you, but one will be sleeping and one will be playing with her hat.
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