Merida has a beautiful zoo. It’s carved into the side of a mountain complete with multiple waterfalls and walking paths leading to quiet secluded areas of the forest, perfect for reading, writing, or–if you’re 13–making out with your boyfriend/girlfriend on the sly.
There aren’t a whole lot of animals, but the way the zoo is set up is pretty engaging (completely lacking US safety standards, and thus allowing you to put your hand in the lion’s cage and pet him if you so desire. And, believe it or not, I’ve seen people desire). On quiet days, I like to spend time hanging out with the amazing felines. Whereas typically animals in the US need to be playing or moving or doing something to keep me interested, these lions and leopards are SO close, that just watching their stomachs rise and fall as they breath can keep me glued by their side.
On busy days, these animals are a little harder to be around. Visitors mob their cages, yelling at the animals, sticking their cell phones between the bars to catch a photo and even sometimes throwing straws or other garbage at the animals. It’s pretty disturbing to watch, and the question “where the heck are the employees who are supposed to be stopping this?” often comes to mind.
When my friend Bri was visiting a few weeks ago, we took an afternoon outing to the Zoo. It was toward the end of the day, and the crowds were slim. After passing some pigs, a condor and a few tropical birds, we bee-lined it to the lion’s cage. After whispering sweet nothings at our feline friends, a group of 17 or 18 year old Venezuelans arrived. They were posing for pictures with a male leopard in the background, and one of the guys had this uncanny ability of making a “meow” sound that would cause the leopard to pop his head up and look right at the camera. We were all giggling at this typical zoo-going fun, when a man came over and started hitting the bars of the cage with a stick. The animal was clearly frightened, but the man continued doing this. He then walked to the lions cage next door and started doing the same thing. That’s when I realized THIS is the zoo employee I’d been willing to come stop visitors from harassing the animals in the past. The group of Venezuelans, Bri and I were all visibly uncomfortable with his behavior and moved on toward the monkeys (not without whispering to the lion first that he had full permission to bite this dudes hand off, if given the opportunity).
As we approached the monkey cages, we stopped to check out a bear and a sloth. I couldn’t believe my eyes at the sloth cage. This little guy was eating…literally tearing to shreds…a cell phone case. Sure that this wasn’t part of a well-balanced-sloth-diet, I looked around for a zoo worker to come take care of the situation. Finally I caught the eye of someone overseeing a paint job on the snake house. I waved, pointed at the sloth and raised my eyebrows.
He shook his head and flicked his wrist as if to say “oh sloths will be sloths now, won’t they??” My hate for the Merida Zoo workers suddenly went up another ten points.
We told Mr. Sloth to take it easy on the plastic lining, and turned the corner toward the monkeys. At this point, my only option was to laugh. There were tons of adorable monkeys swinging through the cage and grooming one another, doing their monkey business…But what really caught my attention was one furry escape artist, sitting on top of a sign right outside his cage. People were snapping pictures and feeding him chips from their palm. When was my last Rabies vaccination…? Yeah, I think it’s time we leave.
My mom once was moved to the front row at an Oprah Winfrey taping in Chicago by giving the “best” parenting advice within the studio audience. “If I want to get my kids to go to the zoo with me,” she explained, “I just tell them ‘oh honey! The monkeys are mating!” Though I never heard this “incentive” first hand (and Im pretty sure my reaction would not have been along the lines of, “Oh wow mom! You know how I love being a perv…LETS GO!”) I think what would have made the zoo more engaging growing up was having a sense of being WITH the animals. Clearly, Merida’s approach has more faults than I can list, but the proximity I can get to the lions and tigers and bears…and monkeys, apparently…has made trips to the zoo more awe inspiring and engaging than anything I’ve experienced at home.
Now if I can just figure out a way to get that lion to eat his handler…