I hadn’t been to the zoo in fifteen years before today.  I don’t even know why I went.  I had the day off from work, was walking around downtown after getting a haircut, and wandered in.  This little kid and I had the best seats to watch this polar ice just lay there.  He actually did nothing.  Just lay there on the ice and maybe yawned.  Is that what I paid nine dollars to get in for? I saw lions, tigers, and bears.  Yes, even more bears.  Black bears, brown bears, and more white polar bears.  I saw a giraffe or two, some cheetahs, penguins, and a rhino.  And they were all sleeping or lying around doing nothing.  I started to think I was the cause of this?  Did they see me and decide to take the day off?  Or are the animals at this zoo just lazy?  Then I went to the reptile house.  In there, I stood right in front of the glass as this giant cobra snapped at me again and again with its fangs.  I flinched the first few times, but finally realized it couldn’t break through and sink its fangs and venom into me.  Best seats in the reptile house for that show.  I think the cobra was even getting mad at me since it was getting nowhere, but it never stopped lashing out.  I even still heard it hissing as I walked away.  Now that made my entire day.