When A Lemur Rubs Itself On You …
That he intends to make you his bitch.
That is, according to the volunteer coordinator giving David Montgomery and I our orientation at the local wildlife rescue. Thankfully, I was not the object of said Lemur’s attraction. No, that honor fell to David. Instead, I was hissed at by a bobcat, screeched at by a squirrel monkey, and narrowly missed losing a finger to a seemingly deranged prairie dog. I think I also became the new best friend of a baby goat, at least that’s what the orientation guide said. Oh yeah, and I tickled the belly of the adorable fox you see below.
Yet, for some strange reason, we’re both looking forward to going back to volunteer again next Saturday. Actually, offering our time to help feed, shovel the poop, and the tickle bellies of animals that have been liberated from severe neglect at Canadian zoos, or rescued from slaughterhouses with sub standard conditions has been something we’d been planning on doing for a while now. This past Saturday we finally bit the bullet.
Spending time with animals I’d never seen up close, or some even in person, was more than cool, but there is just something about shoveling miniature kangaroo shit while being licked by a goat, then feeding a banana to a squirrel monkey that, well, just can’t be matched anywhere! But seriously, the few hours I spent there managed to completely take me out of my head, and that’s not an easy thing to do. So yes, our first day turned out to be a resounding success. That being said, I think David needs to have a chat regarding appropriate boundaries with one rather horned up lemur!
