zooooooooo, errr, mooooooo? no, just the zoo.
Posted on September 15, 2011 by
I went to the zoo a couple weekends ago. Why? Well because my friends told me to. Seriously, that’s why I went. The conversation literally went like this:
Me: So guys, I’m not really sure if I’m going to the zoo with you.
Sean: Yes, you’re going.
Mike: Yea, you don’t have a choice. You’re going.
So I went to the zoo, and let me tell you, I had a great time, especially since the night before, my chaps and I were up until about 4 a.m. enjoying the local brews (PBR and Budweiser) and local tunes (crappy “rap” music and random 80′s songs). Because of our previous night’s inebriation, we were still feeling rather jolly in the morning. Who CARES Rob? Good question, and I’ll respond with this:
Awesome isn’t it!? A freakin’ cow that sounds like a T-Rex! It was hilarious and fun, though it got me thinking… I mean, how terrified does that cow look? It surely doesn’t look happy, so I pose this question: are zoos a good thing or just a lovable, squeezable version of animal torture?
I’m not really sure. On the one hand, the animals are relatively safe, contained with others of their ilk. They get fed on a regular basis and are given medical treatment if they’re sick or injured (or at least that’s what most of us assume). Also, by containing certain critters, we’re preserving some species from extinction (I guess you can call me in 500 years and tell me how important that is, but for the time being, let’s just say this is a noble benefit of zoos). Plus, there’s a pretty view at the zoo…
On the other hand, the animals there did NOT appear to be happy at all, well, except for the sea lions. They were floppin’ around willy-nilly and excited for some reason. I don’t know why, but when I see animals in captivity, I always have this empathetic thought that goes something like this: could I ever live in captivity like that? The quick answer is “HELL NO!” but the more I think about it, the more I still say “HELL NO!” So I’m torn on zoos. It’s pretty fun to see all those funny creatures (uhhhh, Alpacas are friggin’ hilarious), but at the same time, whatever miniscule amount of go-green-earth-lover-hippy in me thinks man, it sucks to be that huge ass gorilla in that small ass glass box. Maybe I’m thinking about it too hard, so I’ll just go back to having fun…