Outnumbered Two to One

Saturday, per my son’s birthday request, we took a rare cross-county excursion to Lion Country Safari to check out some wild animals from the comfort of our air conditioned vehicle.

Now the stars of the winding, hour long safari through the preserve should be these guys:

since their name is the one in the actual title, their faces slapped on all the marquees and brochures. The lions should be the main event, in theory. Unfortunately the only big cats we saw looked more like this…

and apparently there have been some changes made to the drive-through enclosure. Where once the lions were able to roam freely among the cars paying a hefty admission fee to be able to do so, now the lion dens are enclosed by a second eight-foot fence, surrounded by an electrified line, topped with barbed wire, and reinforced with a steel highway barrier.

Uhm, what the hell happened at Lion Country Safari since the last time we traveled through?

I’m pretty sure whatever “it” was, involved an cocky, asinine passenger, rolling down their windows (which the signage very plainly discourages) and possibly taunting the sleeping lions to the point where one perhaps tried to dive in through someone’s windshield.

I’m just guessing.

Although I suppose the park employee in the idling zebra striped pick-up, shouting over the strategically placed loud speakers at someone to “immediately roll up their windows” was probably a good indicator.

The lions, on the other hand, barely noticed.

We did see plenty of these guys though:

And as my son is quick to remember…poop. Lots and lots of poop.

Ah, but it’s better than that, it’s poop in its natural habitat.