We’re gonna need a different plan

I was dozing on the couch. We’d spent a long morning at the zoo and I was tuckered out. We’d gone to see the lion cubs born at the end of July. As soon as we passed through the entrance, we made a bee-line for the lion enclosure.

Nothing. There were no bouncy little cubs frolicking in the grass or climbing the tree. Bah! Apparently, they’d been out earlier and some heathen of a child had banged on the glass scaring the babies who’d run right back inside their den.

They won’t let the daddy lion out with the cubs. In fact, the zoo keepers say that he’ll probably never meet his triplets because they don’t want him to hurt them. When you finally get to the zoo and some wretched kid scares the piss out of the babies, you can understand why some animals eat their young.

Just as we were about to leave, we went back to the lions and LO! the babies were back. The cubs were very bouncy and adorable. One cub was especially full of vinegar. He kept stalking his mother and attacking her. Honestly, he was almost nausea inducing, he was so cute. His brother and sister were concentrating on gnawing on bones and he crawled all over them, too. You can tell he’s the sibling who causes all the trouble.

Mama lioness was on high alert. In fact, she was so on guard that I immediately withdrew my idea for cub napping. Ava, Kelli and I will have to come up with a completely different idea – one that doesn’t involve the Mama in anyway. Possibly, we might find that crappy little kid and use him as bait.