Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Believe it or not, I was at the Peoria Zoo a week ago today. Peoria, Illinois, as in, "will it play in Peoria?" A llama is about my height, apparently. Just as I was reading on the sign near the llama pen about how "when llama's are angry, they spit a foul-smelling liquid," the llama ambled up to me and practically stuck its face in mine across its fence. As I nervously backed away, the llama suddenly sneezed and I felt a bit of llama snot fly onto my hand. I shrieked like a girl and ran away. It was quiet a moment at the Peoria Zoo.