Mane Event

Olivia, Beni, Aunt Liz, G, Grandma Randi, and I spent the last couple of days at a lodge, a place that was a strange mix of American tourist crap trap—indoor water park, amusement park, arcade, animatronics, mini golf—and African safari. I was awakened this morning by a report that led me to believe that I was still dreaming: that, off in the not-too-far distance, prowled what appeared to be a great cat. I managed to make my way off the sofa bed and onto the balcony, where I exhausted the zoom capability of my camera to get this picture:

My curiosity piqued, I did next what any good parent would do: approached the lion with child in tow, confident that a Honda Civic would provide us with ample protection should said animal attack. Here’s what we saw out of our thick windows: