The Bronx Zoo
Posing for a cereal bag.
Nature walk through The Bronx.
I can keep them away with a two foot fence.
A little girl asked me about taking the tram. I told her she had to get tickets someplace. Then I realized that she must’ve thought I worked at the zoo because of my brown dress. But I thought the “Bug Carousel” was going to be the insect zoo, and not a carousel with insects instead of horses. I was still excited.
The zebras had no animal shaped cookies. Nor did any other place in the zoo.
Tigers actively hunt humans.
In the butterfly garden, I told some little kids what Eric Carle had been lying to them about: butterflies come out of a chrysalis and moths come out of cocoons.
I got inducted into the pollination hall of fame, no big deal.
The National Zoo
I went to the National Zoo in DC on one of the hottest days of the year. I didn’t even want to be outside, so I didn’t blame the animals for hiding.
So that’s a panda. It looked animatronic.
Real animals=too hot to see. Statue animals = too hot to touch.