The Zoo! And On A Side Note, Planet Of The Freakin' Apes

Back from the dead! (Or so it would seem)

For some reason, this blog has fallen by the wayside in recent times. I don't think I've posted anything since February. Hm. I could say that I've been busy, which I have, but that's kind of a cop out. I think I've just been lazy.

Anyway, so one of my good friends Michael and I (There's a link to his blog at the top of the homepage actually.) went to the Woodland Park Zoo this last weekend. It was pretty awesome. A good time to be had by all. Aside from the depressing fact that we were never actually able to find that free-roaming peacock (It was hiding out on top of the gift store. That's right. The top. The ROOF.), it was good. But it also made me realize how paranoid I am.

Michael and I spent a large majority of the time talking about how easy it would to be for the animals to escape. And how terrifying it would be if that happened. Honestly, all I could think about was Planet of the Apes. As we were passing through the OPEN orangutan exhibit, I kept waiting for Caesar to swing down and rally the animals together.

Then one of the orangutans would point to me and Michael and go, "There! Get them first! They were the ones making fun of me for eating Romaine!"

Romaine lettuce seemed to be a staple for most of the animals at the zoo actually. We had a few chuckles about that. And about the absolutely adorable sounds that porcupines make. But I digress.

Maybe Michael and I are just slightly on the crazy side, but sometimes you just wonder... Especially when you go to the tiger exhibit, see that there's no tiger, and then hear the man standing next to you say: "Didja hear about a few years ago when one of the animals got loose?"

Yeah. I'll meet you guys in the bunker.