...the National Zoo in Dizzy City, that is. We - we being myself, Jaymiel and the Future Sister-in-Law - had gone to see the cheetah cubs, the new panda cub and, of course, the naked mole rats.
No, I have no idea either why the damned things are so fascinating, but they are.
So we saved the panda exhibit for last, and by the time we got there Jaymiel was mock-gnawing on my shoulder (in classic mock-panda fashion), which was her subtle way of indicating that it would be wise to acquire some sort of lunch - preferrably one not subject to Zoo prices. $2.50 for water, can you believe it?... right, moving along.