We went to the zoo this weekend. It was on too much of a whim to call Steve to see if he and Larry and Corey–who are FONZies–could join us. Next time we’ll plan further ahead. Maybe far enough ahead to remember to pack either camera–our digital or the sweet video camera that the King gave us.
I’m claiming parent brain caused me to forget them, and yes, I’m sticking with that story . . . especially given that my other choices are ignorance, stupidity, and premature senility.
Being on a whim, as we were, we didn’t check the Metro website to discover that there were half hour delays due to track work and single-tracking along our route. That meant that leaving after 3B’s afternoon nap got us to the zoo at about his dinner time. Fortunately, even though the buildings close at 6, the grounds are open until 8, so we walked the Asia trail where we got to see sloth bears, a leopard, red pandas, and otters. After a quick snack for 3B and for us, we headed out, stopping by to see a cheetah on our way.
Cool thing at the cheetah enclosure: a scale where you can weigh yourself and see what kind of prey you compare to. Turns out that I’m a young wildebeest. That’s the first time someone’s called me young in years–and a wildebeest, too!
Dude, I love the zoo!
Unfortunately, since I didn’t have either camera, I was using my phone for pictures and video, so I couldn’t get anything good of the animals or 3B close to them. However, 3B did manage to put together what I got and tell his tale of the day, although I think his expectations were set a bit high by our recent visit to the opening of our friends’ beautiful new pediatrics practice: