
One of my
first stops that day was the gorillas. While I stood there, one of the apes
walked over, turned his back, and took a dump right in front of me. He then
scooped it up, sniffed it, and...do you know where this is going? He ate it. Not just ate it—savored it, in
small bites, like he was enjoying the robust flavor.

A few
minutes later I found myself in front of the giraffes. Within moments, one of
them started pissing. Another saw it, leaned in, and began lapping away at the
falling yellow stream. While one bit of animal weirdness hadn’t bothered me,
two gave me the giggles.
From there I
headed to the meerkats, hoping for less titillating experience. But this wasn’t
meant to be, because in the next display two large parrots were nothing but a
flapping, squawking union of bird sex. I was drawn to them, like being
compelled to look at a car crash as you drove by, and spent the next 20 minutes
watching them do the ornithological bop before I gave up and decided to be
happy with my one half-assed, gorilla-eating-poo sketch.
As I walked
home I tried to make sense of all this, wondering what the animals—the
universe? God? the zoological spirits? —had been trying to tell me. Regardless, I knew I was excited to come
back.





More of my drawings done at the Woodland Park Zoo can be found at my flickr page.