I'm not a giraffe. Most people who know me already know that I'm not a giraffe. But you probably don't know why I'm THANKFUL that I'm not a giraffe. It's ok. I didn't know myself, until I was enlightened last night.
It seems my friend "Jane" (name changed to protect the semi-innocent) went to the zoo as a field trip chaperon this week. It was cold and wet on this particular day, so many of the animals were inside, including the giraffes. I didn't know they made houses that tall, did you?
I digress.
So "Jane" observes that the giraffes are in their own little stalls, separate from one another. The male giraffe is banging his head repeatedly against the side of his stall. Over...and over...and over again...until he's bleeding. The female giraffe is just hanging out in the next stall, blissfully oblivious to the tantrum that's happening right next door. When "Jane" inquires as to what in the world is wrong with this poor male giraffe, she's informed that he's...well...a bit frustrated. Apparently, his lady friend next door was in heat, and he was none too happy about being kept from doing his manly duties. I guess their stalls aren't really built to accommodate any sort of bumping and grinding, and it was just too darn cold to let them outside. Gee zoo people, something tells me they wouldn't have noticed the weather. But the thought of "Jane" having to explain such a scene of animal debauchery to those kindergartners does make me giggle a little. Or a lot. Actually, we laughed til we cried last night.
"Jane" explained it like this: "It was cold and wet and miserable at the zoo that day, but all I could think was, 'At least I'm not a giraffe.'"
Indeed, Jane. Indeed. I'm sure we all share that sentiment.
I'd write more on this subject, but I've got to run out and get my season pass to the zoo.
3 comments:
It should be thank God you're not a "male" giraffe, sounds like the female giraffe's do as we do...suck it up and accept the fact that it's not going to happen tonight. Glad to hear men are the same in other species, can't handle one night of rejection even though it's not personal just an act of God keeping them apart...or an act of somone building a really tall house w/ a wall in between them? Thanks friend I laughed out loud as always. Staci
It was hilarious last night and even more funny to read it today!
Thx for the fun Girls Gab Night. You da best!
Stace--you thought about that angle WAY more than I would have. But good point nevertheless.
Jen with one N: Glad you had fun.
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