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Apr. 2nd, 2006 04:09 pmToday was getting up and heading out to get the Boo to go for our mall walk. We tried a new mall today. I didn't particularly car for it. It was laid out wierd and the tiles they used for the floors is not as comfortable to walk on.
After two laps we headed out and I took the girl home. I wasn't particularly ready to head home and since I was in that part of the city I headed over to go wander the zoo for a little while. When I first got there I was hesitant to get out of the car. The line to get in was almost to the end of the block. But I did it. Got out of the car and got in line. It was nice out. Almost 60 and I really wanted to wander around outside for a while.
Came to find out the reason the line was so long was they only had one admissions window open. Eventually I got to the window, showed my membership card and the chica behind the counter looks out the window past me and goes "How many with you?". "Just me." "Just you???" I could hear the multiple question marks. Yes. I know. A grown up all by herself wants to go look at the animals and take a walk. That ranks up there with Elvis sightings. I ignored her stunned expression and headed in.
It was beautiful. Not too many people. The reptile house was open after having been closed all summer. I can't wait to see some of the "coming soon" exhibits. They are going to have a Basalisk. No shit. that's what they identification card called it. Must remember not to look at it in the eyes when we see it.
The cat and primate houses are closed but that's ok. I didn't go into the gorilla house any longer that to use it to cut through to the cool animals outside. And that's when I got annoyed.
With the other humans.
I'm crouching down having a spiritual conversation with the lemur I've always called "Bob". Bob's special. He's not like the other lemurs. He has his own little fantasy world that he is perfectly content with. Eventually all the other lemurs execpt "Pee-wee" (again, the name I call him by) came over and we had quality sit and just be time. Then all the humans realized the lemurs were over with me and came over to hover. OK, I can accept that. But what got me was this mother telling little boy "See the monkeys?" "Look at the monkeys". I glanced up at her and then the little boy standing next to me. I smiled at him and said "They are actually called Lemurs. Aren't they neat?" Little boy noded and had some quality non verbal time with the lemurs too.
Eventually the crowd got to much and I wandered down and had some crouch and quite time with the mandril. Eventually same mother and little boy come over "Oh look at the baboons, Mikey". I sigh. "They're not baboons, they are Mandrils". The woman, who is standing next to the HUGE picture identification sign that says "MANDRIL" blinks at me and says, I kid you not, "LIke there's a difference".
I stand up and blink at her. "Well other than the fact they come from different parts of the globe, Baboons have tails and Mandrils have big neon colored butts, I would also think there is a big difference to the mandrils and the baboons."
It would have been one thing had there not been any really easy to read identification signs every three feet along the exhibit. But there were. Would it really have been all that hard to glance at the big huge 3 foot by 4 foot sign to see the name of the creature before arbitrarily assigning it the wrong species?
Damn breeder. And yeah... telling a person who majored in anthropology (the concentration of which was physical anthropology leaning towards primatology) that there's no real difference between a baboon and a mandril is not smart.
However, my faith in parents was restored as I was walking past the Guanaco and I heard a father and little girl discussing that those were Guanaco and not Llamas or Alpacas. While they all kinda look the same and are all probably part of the same family they are different than Llamas and Alpacas. I wanted to walk up to the man and hug him for the conversation he had with the child.
I found great humor at the mallard and his lady friend sitting on top of the net that holds the wood ducks in their enclosure. It was like the free birds were going "hehehehe we can go anywhere we want and you can't".
The lorekeet enclosure was closed. That's ok. Didn't feel like getting shat on anyway.
The baby rhino has grown and there's a baby polar bear that I don't remember seeing before. He's at least a year old and damn cute. He was wrestling with a block of ice when I walked by. Teh cute.
It was a pleasant walk though. I would have liked for it to have been just a little warmer but I'm not going to complain about 60 degree weather. Nosireebob.
Oh well. Now to figure out what to do with the rest of my day.
After two laps we headed out and I took the girl home. I wasn't particularly ready to head home and since I was in that part of the city I headed over to go wander the zoo for a little while. When I first got there I was hesitant to get out of the car. The line to get in was almost to the end of the block. But I did it. Got out of the car and got in line. It was nice out. Almost 60 and I really wanted to wander around outside for a while.
Came to find out the reason the line was so long was they only had one admissions window open. Eventually I got to the window, showed my membership card and the chica behind the counter looks out the window past me and goes "How many with you?". "Just me." "Just you???" I could hear the multiple question marks. Yes. I know. A grown up all by herself wants to go look at the animals and take a walk. That ranks up there with Elvis sightings. I ignored her stunned expression and headed in.
It was beautiful. Not too many people. The reptile house was open after having been closed all summer. I can't wait to see some of the "coming soon" exhibits. They are going to have a Basalisk. No shit. that's what they identification card called it. Must remember not to look at it in the eyes when we see it.
The cat and primate houses are closed but that's ok. I didn't go into the gorilla house any longer that to use it to cut through to the cool animals outside. And that's when I got annoyed.
With the other humans.
I'm crouching down having a spiritual conversation with the lemur I've always called "Bob". Bob's special. He's not like the other lemurs. He has his own little fantasy world that he is perfectly content with. Eventually all the other lemurs execpt "Pee-wee" (again, the name I call him by) came over and we had quality sit and just be time. Then all the humans realized the lemurs were over with me and came over to hover. OK, I can accept that. But what got me was this mother telling little boy "See the monkeys?" "Look at the monkeys". I glanced up at her and then the little boy standing next to me. I smiled at him and said "They are actually called Lemurs. Aren't they neat?" Little boy noded and had some quality non verbal time with the lemurs too.
Eventually the crowd got to much and I wandered down and had some crouch and quite time with the mandril. Eventually same mother and little boy come over "Oh look at the baboons, Mikey". I sigh. "They're not baboons, they are Mandrils". The woman, who is standing next to the HUGE picture identification sign that says "MANDRIL" blinks at me and says, I kid you not, "LIke there's a difference".
I stand up and blink at her. "Well other than the fact they come from different parts of the globe, Baboons have tails and Mandrils have big neon colored butts, I would also think there is a big difference to the mandrils and the baboons."
It would have been one thing had there not been any really easy to read identification signs every three feet along the exhibit. But there were. Would it really have been all that hard to glance at the big huge 3 foot by 4 foot sign to see the name of the creature before arbitrarily assigning it the wrong species?
Damn breeder. And yeah... telling a person who majored in anthropology (the concentration of which was physical anthropology leaning towards primatology) that there's no real difference between a baboon and a mandril is not smart.
However, my faith in parents was restored as I was walking past the Guanaco and I heard a father and little girl discussing that those were Guanaco and not Llamas or Alpacas. While they all kinda look the same and are all probably part of the same family they are different than Llamas and Alpacas. I wanted to walk up to the man and hug him for the conversation he had with the child.
I found great humor at the mallard and his lady friend sitting on top of the net that holds the wood ducks in their enclosure. It was like the free birds were going "hehehehe we can go anywhere we want and you can't".
The lorekeet enclosure was closed. That's ok. Didn't feel like getting shat on anyway.
The baby rhino has grown and there's a baby polar bear that I don't remember seeing before. He's at least a year old and damn cute. He was wrestling with a block of ice when I walked by. Teh cute.
It was a pleasant walk though. I would have liked for it to have been just a little warmer but I'm not going to complain about 60 degree weather. Nosireebob.
Oh well. Now to figure out what to do with the rest of my day.
