Lloyd tells me that baby tigers are only cute and cuddly until dinner arrives, then they turn into the savage wild little beasts that they really are. He tells me that he didn’t get to ride an ostrich because he weighed to much, that giraffes look much better in the wild than in enclosures and that the jail cell on Robben Island where Nelson Mandela spent many years was extremely small. He tells me that when you go underwater in a cage to look at sharks they’re not really trying to eat you when they bump into the side of the cage, they just can’t see where they’re going and that when you feed an elephant in South Africa you drop it straight down his trunk, unlike in Thailand, where you pass it to them nicely and they shove it in their mouth themselves. I haven’t had a good talk to him yet as he was only home for a couple of days before he had to go to Sydney for a week to study frogs for University. But I do have his photo’s. I wanna go to South Africa!! And I wanna a baby tiger.
I have to say that when he said he’d been cuddling baby tigers and lions I was expecting something much smaller. He does have some scars on his hands from the rough play.