After the horrors of the tiger park, I neglected to mention the cute photo ops at the end of the tour. I mean, how awesome is this vertical line of tigerocity?
After taking the picture, the employee wrenched the doped-out cub from our cuddle. He shoved it in a medium-sized tupperware storage container. He clipped on the lid. And he walked away.
The cub struggled for a while, but then went quiet. I wanted to cry.
The other photo opportunity was to pose with a fierce photoshopped Siberian tiger. We didn’t, but this sweet champ did.
In northern China there’s a tiger park. Like so many things in China, it’s nothing like you might expect. To start with, there’s a menu at the gate.
These aren’t animals to take home and domesticate. They’re fodder. Victims to be released on your tour.
“Let’s get a cow,” I said.
Michelle just glared at me.
“But this is nature in its purest form,” I said. “It’s the circle of life. It’s the maintenance and renewal of the microcosm. Come on. So how about a sheep?”
She kept glaring. Continue reading “Small Children Feeding Live Animals to Tigers in a Chinese Zoo”