We went to the zoo today, despite just having been last week. We had a really great time and my husband was off today and able to come with. I am beginning to think, though, that maybe the universe is trying to tell me something about my visits to the zoo. Take, for example, my last three visits.
Exhibit A: We were witness to two bears having sex. Unsavory!
Exhibit B: Me and the children were witness to a very graphic session of two giraffes having sex, finishing in the truest sense of the word, then going back for more.
That brings us to today. Exhibit C.
Exhibit C: The lioness was euthenized this morning as we were visiting. Obviously we did not witness the actual putting down of said lioness, but we were looking around and saw the lion sadly wandering. My daughter kept asking where the "girl one" was. We looked and could not see her anywhere. The zoo keeper seemed funny and reluctant to answer when we inquired as to her location. When I came home I read on our online newspaper that they had euthanized her pretty much at the exact moment we were looking for her.
See what I mean? Where we travel we bring either sex or death.