A Strange Animal

A Strange Animal

Almost all people have gone to the zoo at one time or another. Some have gone several times. Being human, an quintessentially curious animal, they go there to see exotic and/or wild animals. They may feel a bit sorry for the animals being scooped up in pens and cages. While being there, they enjoy quality time together with their loved ones and friends. Then they come home and that's it. Nothing really has happened to them at the zoo. They looked, but they didn't see. They don't change. Those who are into a bit of reading know something about endangered species or the exploitation of any animals for monetary gains. They are aware of the functions of the zoos as the preservers and keepers of the gene pools of certain animals, besides being the educational centers and locations for strolling around and being in touch with certain part of nature in a Saturday morning or a Sunday afternoon.

I wonder how many of us, after spending a day at the zoo, take a good look of ourselves in the bathroom mirror and arrive at an epiphany that we, not the animals at tbe zoo, are the strange ones. Heck, I just had an encounter with a very strange animal this very afternoon. I always had had some uneasy feelings about this animal before , but its behavior this afternoon removed all doubts from my mind.