Caves, Bats, and Zombies

Sometimes, my mother splurges on fun things. Today, was a splurge.

We went to my zoo. Yes, I own the zoo. It is mine. The zoo is the place where I become a bad ass explorer. It is my favorite place in Homaha. It is the place where I can let go of stress and be a giddy kid again. (Side Note: I plan on having a really fun date at the zoo one day. I plan it all the time) So, the zoo. When we got there we bought a membership, and found out we get unlimited IMAX movies until April, so nautally we saw "Amazing Caves". I can tell you all right now, I will never climb into an uncharted cave to collect micro organisms. No punchunkan way. Nor will I swim into an underwater uncharted cave with no none exist with limited air supply. Not that I don't respect these people, but repelling down into an ice cave in Greenland is going way way to far, not to mention kayaking off of water falls. You all should go see this.

So after the movie, we did some exploring. (Side note: I plan on having a really fun date at at the zoo someday. I plan it every time I go) I enjoyed some monkeys, and some funky looking snakes, and bats. I was attacked by bats. We were in the Lied Jungle when out of nowhere these bats just start charging me. I don't fear bats, just things charging at me. AHHH. They were just charging at me in several directions. I was panicking. I am sure my flying arms and screeches were highly entertaining to the on lookers. I try to act like a fearless wench, but I'm not. I am a fearful child. I took off running, ran into the hippos. Hungry hippos or crazy bats? Hippos.

So when the zoo was getting ready to close, we tool advantage of the unlimited free IMAX movies yet again. We saw "Tordado Alley". Telling me about wind patterns in the area in which I reside is highly boring. At least it was free... Wind. Yay.

So we came home and my brOseph got invited to go to a haunted house. Since I can't even handle 50000 bats, I am not going to be able to handle a haunted house. Lucky us, brOseph got invited to go to the zombie walk in Benson. A zombie walk is where a bunch of amazing freaks dress up and some scary looking dead people and walk around. It was beautiful. Freaks, much like myself, are beautiful. I highly suggest all my fellow freaks go on a zombie walk. It is a hoot and a holler. And there are funnel cake brains.

With love,

Nowhere Girl


P.S. Hey! Mr. Sweater, How's the zoo sound?