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Yesterday was a trip to the zoo with The Engineer, Miss Robin, and Saint Rick, which I was most excited about as a. I haven't been to the zoo in ages and I love it there and b. I was going to see my lemurs again.

See, the Philadelphia Zoo had an exhibit called "The Lemur Walk" where you went out into a little courtyard with a group of ring-tailed lemurs. The lemurs were loose, not in cages. And they COME RIGHT THE FUCK UP TO YOU AND WAGONTRAIN YOU AND TUG ON YOUR SKIRT TO GET YOU TO FOLLOW THEM AND PAY MORE ATTENTION TO YOU THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE VICINITY HA HA HA.

*ahem*

At least, if you're me. :D

At any rate, I was extremely excited to have the chance to once again see my lemurs. I am, as some of you may not know, the Queen of the Lemurs (all lemurs, but the ring-tailed ones have the benefit of being my favourite royal subjects).

However, I was robbed of this chance.

The zoo apparently decided that the area in which the lemur exhibit was could be used for a lamer purpose. A purpose that I'm not even sure of, because I couldn't see a building anywhere that even resembled where the exhibit had been. Therefore, the new purpose = sucktastic.

I asked an employee if the ring-tails were in any other area of the zoo and was informed that no, they were not and that they were in a non-accessible exhibit and hopefully would be coming back next summer.

BITCH WHAT?!

I was inconsolable.

My poor lemurs, so long without their regent.







Everything else went okay, I reckon.

Except for the part where Miss Robin told me there was a squird exhibit. Don't ask.