Going to the Zoo

I am going to the zoo today with a 10 year old girl. (And a whole bunch of other people). I should be getting dressed, as we speak (or as I type). But I am drinking coffee and reading blogs.

Going to the zoo makes me a little nervous. Where are the bathrooms? Don't get so close to the monkey cage!

I was bitten by a white burro at a petting zoo when I was about 10 or 11 years old. My mother thought I should feed it and was holding my hand under its muzzle. My hand was cupped and its teeth chomped on the little fat pad in the palm of my hand by my pinky finger. It hurt a little but the sound of its teeth going "clunk" scared the holy hell out of me, and I started wailing. We had to go to the zoo infirmary. I got a little blood blister from it. My mother still feels guilty about holding my hand under the monster's muzzle. (Good!)