Here’s a quote that’s often used in the medical profession:
“When you hear hoofbeats, think of horses, not zebras.” – Dr. Theodore Woodward
In other words, don’t assume some exotic medical malady first, when it is much more likely to be something quite common. A child is much more likely to have a bladder infection than maple syrup urine disease.
But I think this quote can and should be applied to a lot more areas of life than just medicine. One of the reasons that I tend to look askance at most conspiracy theories is the simple, basic fact that the vast majority of people cannot keep secrets. And trying to get a large number of people to agree, let alone march in lockstep toward one common, corrupt goal, is next to impossible. If something nefarious is going on, chances are it’s one person at the heart of it, maybe two at most. Not an entire organization.
I know a woman who thinks zebras all the time. For example, she saw a dog hair on the counter at her place of work, and rather than assuming it fell off someone’s clothing, she instantly concluded that someone was sneaking his or her dog to work on her days off. Seriously?
And when you try to do something helpful for this woman, she automatically believes you must be out to get her. It has got to be exhausting, always running with the zebras like that. And because she trusts no one, no one trusts her. That’s kind of sad.
I genuinely believe that the simple explanation is most often the right one. That’s how I choose to live my life. Yup, sometimes I’m wrong, but I’m also a lot less stressed out.
I have always loved zoos. Whenever I travel I try to check one out. The best one I’ve ever seen, and will probably ever see, is the one in San Diego. The one in Washington DC is pretty amazing as well. (I used to know someone who lived nearby and you could hear the lions roaring from her balcony.) Jacksonville, Florida’s is pretty good, too. But I have to say that the Woodland Park Zoo here in Seattle is a delight.
I was there on a chilly November Monday and it was jam packed with people, particularly people of the toddler persuasion, unfortunately. Being alone, I got to explore at my own pace. I lingered for a long time with the elephants, especially one that seemed to be dancing along to a metronome sound.
The hippos were particularly playful, and when they roar they sound like tractors. The zebras were chasing the giraffes. I don’t know how they pull it off, but when giraffes run, they look simultaneously graceful and clumsy.
This zoo has clearly put a lot of thought into the way they house their animals, giving the visitors many angles for observation and yet giving the creatures ample opportunity for privacy as well. I kept having shockingly close encounters with unexpected beasts. I came around the corner and was face to face with a bear.
The pack of white wolves seemed completely unperturbed that I was a mere 10 feet away.
The gorillas were a hoot. I could imagine their conversation. “Look! I’m sticking my tongue out at the hairless apes!” “Well, I’m going to steal the show by putting a towel on my head.”
And this is the first zoo I’ve ever been to where the orangutans weren’t sitting alone in a darkened room, looking profoundly depressed. These two were romping around playing with a cardboard box, having a wonderful time. I couldn’t get a good picture of it, unfortunately, but it gave me hope about the treatment of the animals at this facility.
I know the whole zoo concept is controversial. I will never go to a circus again because of the horrible treatment of the animals. And yes, animals are meant to roam free. But that’s not the world we’re living in anymore. With our ever shrinking habitats, sometimes zoos are the only way to preserve a species. Also, if you educate people about animals, I really do believe they will treat them and the planet with more respect.
I hope the days of nightmare zoos are gone. I passed by one in Berlin in the 80’s, before the wall came down. It made me cry. It was just tiny little iron-barred enclosures with concrete floors. No shelter, no comfort, no room to move. All the animals looked sick and defeated. It broke my heart. In all fairness, from what I’m seeing on line, the Berlin zoo of today looks fabulous.
The animals here in Seattle seemed very healthy and were provided with a lot of variety to keep them engaged. For Halloween, many were given pumpkins to play with and crush and eat. Apparently the wild cats will be given turkeys (not live ones) to eat around thanksgiving. They’re calling it the Turkey Toss. And there’s another event called Wild Lights that happens around Christmas. The whole park is lit up and it draws crowds, which helps the park to survive financially. They put on a variety of programs to get the public involved and interested, much more than any other zoo I’ve seen. I was really impressed.
There are even brass life-sized sculptures all over the park that kids can climb on. It’s a way for children to interact with the animals in theory if not in practice. I think that’s a lovely idea.
The most memorable experience I had, though, was with the lion. As I was approaching his enclosure I heard a roar. When I got there, he was walking toward the window where I stood. I was mere inches from him. He looked me square in the eye. Then he playfully thunked his head on the plexiglas, causing it to shudder, flattening his mane and reinforcing the fact that under any other circumstance I wouldn’t survive an encounter such as this. Then he turned and urinated all over the window. Dude. I get it. You’re in charge.