Now I'm thinking about polar bears
Jun. 13th, 2005 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I remember one afternoon at the Philadephia Zoo, watching the polar bears swimming in their pool and sunning themselves in the 80 degree heat. You see, at the Philly Zoo, the polar bear pool has a big plexiglass panel so you can watch them swim. And the bears can watch the people watching them. The best part about the whole thing (apart from the polar bears themselves) is noticing the long scratch marks along the plexiglass, made by the swimming polar bears. I watched a bear swim lazily by as about a dozen children were pressed up to that plexiglass, goggling at the bear. The bear, to his credit, sort of hovered near one girl; his head about at the level of her calf. You could see his jaws opening and closing slowly as if he were miming biting the girl's leg. (I believe I have a picture of this scene somewhere in a box)
Plexiglass is just warm ice to a polar bear. Polar bears can break through ice to get at seals. And we look just like big pink seals to them. Yum.
I like polar bears because they really aren't afraid of anything. Or at least they're not afraid of people, and that impresses the hell outa me. And their fur is "white" (actually transparent in the infrared) and their skin is black so they can abosorb heat at maximum efficiency. Plus, if a polar bear lays down in the snow, covers his nose with his hands, and squints his eyes shut, he's effectively invisible. They know this, and they hide like that when they're stalking dinner.
I remember one afternoon at the Philadephia Zoo, watching the polar bears swimming in their pool and sunning themselves in the 80 degree heat. You see, at the Philly Zoo, the polar bear pool has a big plexiglass panel so you can watch them swim. And the bears can watch the people watching them. The best part about the whole thing (apart from the polar bears themselves) is noticing the long scratch marks along the plexiglass, made by the swimming polar bears. I watched a bear swim lazily by as about a dozen children were pressed up to that plexiglass, goggling at the bear. The bear, to his credit, sort of hovered near one girl; his head about at the level of her calf. You could see his jaws opening and closing slowly as if he were miming biting the girl's leg. (I believe I have a picture of this scene somewhere in a box)
Plexiglass is just warm ice to a polar bear. Polar bears can break through ice to get at seals. And we look just like big pink seals to them. Yum.
I like polar bears because they really aren't afraid of anything. Or at least they're not afraid of people, and that impresses the hell outa me. And their fur is "white" (actually transparent in the infrared) and their skin is black so they can abosorb heat at maximum efficiency. Plus, if a polar bear lays down in the snow, covers his nose with his hands, and squints his eyes shut, he's effectively invisible. They know this, and they hide like that when they're stalking dinner.
