Post by gato on Jan 13, 2020 7:32:42 GMT -5
I was working at the San Diego Zoo back in 1976. It was a pretty good gig, except for putting up with the tourists (have you seen what they wore in 1976?). Because I hadn't had a vacation in ... well ... forever, the head of the zoo offered me an all expense paid vacation to the Gallapagos. I jumped at the chance. Well, not "jumped" exactly; let's say I meandered.
When I arrived at the island, I got settled in and then went exploring. I wandered into a crowd of single ladies looking for one night hook-ups, and never left. "Diego, one would say, "I'm liking what I see .. let's put our gular's together." I'd no sooner start necking with this gal and another would step up, making guttural noises about my abdominals. I was like Hugh Hefner doing the Playmate selection process. This went on for over forty years!
Recently I found out that I hadn't been given a vacation so much as a mission: save my species from extinction. I was a replacement for "Lonesome George" another Chelonoidis hoodensis who never really took to his job. I'm not saying he was chewing lettuce for the other team, you understand, but he didn't produce one mini-tortoise before dying in 2012 in a bizarre gardening accident.
Word is that I'm being sent to a retirement villa here on Espanola to live out my days.
www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/tortoise-galapagos-islands-children-save-species-diego-espanola-a9279501.html