At the capybara/giant anteater pen, there were only giant anteaters milling about. We were sad! We hung out a bit, but no capybara, so we moved onto some other odd things like dwarf mongooses and bushdogs. Eventually we came to the cheetah conservation lady, and sociofemme's mother asked if she knew where the capybara was.
The lady was like "Oh, you mean Pablo?" So at this point, as you can imagine, I'm already starting to giggle while Sf's mom continues this conversation. The lady continues, "The anteaters were out, right?" and we said, yes, so what.
Well, it turns out Pablo the capybara is kind of fiesty, and lately has been bullying the anteaters. The giant anteaters, who are like twice his size, but Pablo doesn't care. It's evidently gotten bad enough that now they have to alternate who is in the pen, so it's either Pablo or the anteaters at any given time.
So, the St. Louis Zoo, to solve the problem, is having a female capybara shipped in to distract Pablo, named Esmerelda. At this point, I was like leaning on the rail of the cheetah hut, failing entirely to hide the fact that I was cracking up.
I really really want to write a children's book entitled "Pablo the Grumpy Capybara" and it can be all about how he hates the pen and the anteaters and the people until ESMERELDA arrives. DJ, I will give you anything ever if you will illustrate Pablo and Esmerelda for me.
In other news, I'm terrified of SF's mom's jacuzzi tub and i was trapped in it because it's really deep and I couldn't push myself up with my hurt arm D: