In case some of you haven’t noticed, I’m not a huge animal person. Sorry to all of you animal-lovers, but you most likely won’t ever see me at any secret meetings you may hold.
I do, however, love trying new things, so when animals are included in the new-thing-trying I am more than willing to pretend to be an animal-lover. For instance, a little while ago we went to a miniature zoo type thing. I highly recommend visiting this place because I not only got to see the animals, but I also fed them. I can now proudly say that I have hand fed a baby kangaroo.
It was adorable.
I’m going to put this into perspective for you. I am extremely afraid of dogs. Always have been and most likely always will be. I don’t really know why, I just am. I’m not even sure what about dogs I’m afraid of, however, I know that a small part of this fear of mine is that they will bite me.
With this in mind, you can fully appreciate how much I love new experiences when I say that today I walked up to a cage that had a sign on it. The sign said something about being cautious around the animal, the mammal biting, and the fastest way to the nearest hospital. After briefly examining the warning about sacrificing a finger or two to the lunch fund of the animal, I promptly shoved my hand through the fence and proceeded to pet the creature. It was stupendous. Fear thou not, all 10 of my stubby little fingers are intact and I now have a list of exotic animals that I have pet, fed or had a staring contest with.
That list, however, was not the only thing that I got out of it. I also realized that I do have a favorite animal despite all of my protests. I have to admit that I am partial to the giraffe. While I do love its height, my affection is not based on compensation for my stature, in case any of you were wondering. I just think that it is a beautiful animal. I now really want to see a giraffe in the wild.