I never loved the zoo, never, but something about the San Diego zoo..I had to go. Even when my husband wanted to go to the beach instead I said no way. So off to the zoo we were! You are greeted in the zoo by weirdos who want to take your picture for you (you know, for $19.99 + tax), and when you dodge those people your nose is assaulted by the smell of flamingo feces. Times like that call for a tumor on the olfactory nerve!
However, once you get passed the flamingo stench, the zoo is pretty much like any other zoo, with the exception of the fact that it has pandas. There was a mean bird pecking at some guy’s camera, a hippo that knew how to work the crowd, an elephant searching for peanuts in a bucket, and llamas. Who doesn’t love a llama?! I managed to take about 258 pictures of zoo fun that day, mostly of flowers because I took the time to become the plant paparazzi.
What I didn’t anticipate at the San Diego zoo was the abundance of British children. This prompted a lot of giggling between the two of us about the long, drawn out syllables of whining British children. “Mumm-eeeeeeeeey, I’m gonna punch him in the tum-meeeeeeeeeey”. Or when small fish were nipping at the butt of the hippo the girl screaming, “Dad-deeeeeey, is it nooooooormaaaaaaal?”. What is that all about anyways? It takes them like 45 seconds to ask a question! Regardless, I love the accents. I really would’ve loved to see that little girl punch her brother in the tum-meeeeey even more though.
Here’s San Diego, brining the trailer park to you…notice the mommy flamingo barfing into her baby’s mouth…I mean, feeding her young.
