One of the unfortunate realities of travel is that there are so many places just full of things that can kill you. I have a hint of nostalgia for the classic lion attack, but, granted, the standard we're working with here is "doesn't swim up your urethra and cause slow, painful death." I hate to put a damper on that guided safari to Tanzania that you had all planned out, but should you find yourself in an area with a sufficient abundance of their natural prey, you'll very possibly [reader: please insert the "cat-and-mouse game" pun of your choice].
British animal behaviorist Kevin Richardson seems to have overcome this [reader: reprise earlier pun with humorous variation] relationship with raw confidence and ability-not-to-shit-pants-osity. He's developed such a rapport with the lions that they treat him like one of their own, and, in fact, play with him like a pack of six foot, three hundred pound kittens.
I feel obligated to point out here that those are lion cubs, and if one of them even acknowledged my presence, I would probably vomit, pray for death, and pass out from terror. But it gets better - they follow him into water and use him as a raft:
And demand piggy-back rides and hugs:
The most amazing clip, though, is how the lioness reacts to him while caring for her newborn cubs, probably the most aggressive and protective stage of her life. Plus, come on, newborn lion cubs on video:
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OK those things are HUUUUUGE
Posted by: Lauren | June 28, 2007 at 02:01 PM
Buddy Love loves teh kitties.
Posted by: Buddy Love | June 28, 2007 at 04:01 PM
siegfried and roy are such absolute pussies in my eyes after watching those.
Posted by: justin | June 28, 2007 at 08:15 PM