Dear St. Louis Zoo,
The only zoo I had ever visited previously was our local zoo, which can actually be classified more as a farm. Maybe it doesn’t take a lot to impress me because of this, but I was very impressed. Your zoo is big. And where our local zoo houses donkeys and goats, yours has real wild animals. Sea Lions! Elephants! Bears! Up close and personal. I was possibly more amazed than my kids.
Though my favorite experience, hands down, had to be the hippos. To watch these giant creatures swim directly in front of my boys’ delighted faces, their squeals echoing across the aquarium. This alone was worth the trip.
Unfortunately, I missed some of my other most sought after exhibits. I was unable to see the giraffes and the zebras. The rest of my family did, however, and they took a few blurry iPhone pictures in my absence. Because as they were strolling through that section of animals, my head was busy spinning.
And that is really the point of this letter. I wanted to apologize for getting sick in one of your garbage cans. In front of the food court. I would also like to apologize to the innocent patrons who happened to be in the line of view to such a horrible spectacle. I am so, so sorry. Words can not even say. It was not one of my finer moments.
We do plan to visit again in the future, to hopefully see the number of things that we missed this time around. Like the stingrays and riding the trains, and I would love to witness the giraffes myself. Except we should probably wait until the weather is cooler, since there is just something about the sun and my blaring white skin that do not mix. That is if you don’t have a sign posted, banning my entrance.
Let’s never speak of this again, OK?