fine whine

We went to the zoo today. I wasn't overwhelmed or anything like that, but then again zoos don't really do much for me these days. Animals are interesting and all, particularly the exotic ones, but I don't need to seem them all the time. I haven't ever latched onto the Pokemon-esque need to make sure to see every single one.

The most interesting thing I saw all day was one of the workers, behind the scenes, trying to feed the rattlesnakes. Evidently I'd missed the appetizer, as one of the reptiles already had a mouse-sized lump about a third down its body. The zoo guy was serving up the main course, a dead white mouse held by some very, very long tweezers. He was trying hard to make the mouse looke lively but the snake wasn't taking the bait. The other one, lacking any obvious lumps, wasn't interested either and eventually the guy gave up and presumably fed his macabre puppet to some other animal.

It was interesting not because it was a dead mouse or whatever (so don't think I'm some sort of freak) but because this guy was just doing his job, and somehow it attracted a small crowd of us onlookers even if the snake was paying him no attention.

It must be nice to have an interesting job. Until they send him over to the elephant house, shovel in hand, I guess.