I remember the time my boyfriend took me to the zoo. It was a really lovely gesture and expensive, and it was a nice day and I saw amazing creatures. But we went into the ape house which you needed to climb up lots of stairs to get into, so it ended up with us peering down on the mammals. I’ll never forget eagerly looking through the window to see an orangutan and was met with bleak, grey concrete walls and a fake tree with a single piece of rope and right down at the bottom, perhaps about 30 feet down was the orangutan slumped against the wall staring across the room.
I didn’t say anything at the time, but I went home and cried for a while. I’m never going to lose that image, I feel ashamed of myself, paying to keep those poor animals like so.