zoo, me?

Saturday morning, Mike had to work. It really stunk. He was one of only two people from his shift who were required to come in and work on Saturday; not coincidentally, he was also one of only two people (why yes, the same two people!) from his shift to have taken a personal day that week. Such is work in the factory -- they will get you for the full five days one way or the other, even if they have to be vindictive pricks to do it.



Anyway, I made the best I could of the situation by heading out for a morning at the zoo with Loni and the boys. Having learned our lesson at the arboretum on Monday, we got there right as they opened. It was a steamy morning, but we happily spent a few hours wandering around. We rode the train around the perimeter, we visited the butterfly house, we stood under the misters, and we saw too many animals to count. The boys particularly liked the river otters and the giant carp. They bought pellets from a vending machine to feed to the fish, and threw them into the stream, causing fish bodies to writhe everywhere in fierce competition for the food. I found it at once compelling and repulsive. You can judge for yourself since I took a handy video. Keep your eye on that sneaky Henry, and at the end you'll see the thing that grossed me out the most about our zoo trip -- having to fish (har har) the pellets out of his mouth. Ugh!