A few weeks ago, we went to see the Circus Spectacular at the Sears Center arena.
Here we have photos of elephants, elephant butts, overpriced snacks, face paintings, and cute little circus souvenirs. That’s Kid 1 in the yellow shirt, perched on top of the camel in picture number 8.
There were no lions or bears, oh my. In addition to the elephants and camels, there were a few tigers, including a black and white one, and some horses/ponies.
The biggest issue/concern with the circus has always been the welfare of the animals involved. I used to be quite passionate about animal rights when I was younger. I still am, although these days I can’t devote any time to the cause.
The company’s website claimed to be cruelty free and accommodating all the needs of their animals.
Because it was the tenth consecutive freeze your ass off Saturday and we were all suffering from various degrees of cabin fever, that was enough to convince me it was okay to go.
So we went.
I can’t say whether the company’s claim was legitimate or not. The animals certainly didn’t look starved. The tigers actually looked a little overweight.
As evidenced in the video, they also seemed super bored and a little whateverish.
Overall, though, all the animals were well trained and better behaved than my children.
A special mention must be made of the man who sat directly in front of me. My four year old was not impressed with the show and sat in my lap during most of the four hours we were there. He cried when the lights went out and when the loud noises went off.
He also kicked the seat in front of me at the rate of around one kick every two seconds.
The guy sitting there must’ve been a saint in a past life. He didn’t turn around or complain once, not even when Kid 2, perhaps in an effort to rustle up some major drama for his mama, took his index finger and tapped the man’s shiny, closely shaved, nearly bald head three times.
I sucked in my breath at that point and braced myself for the confrontation, but miraculously there wasn’t any.
You have my respect, Mr. Guy That Was Sitting In the Seat In Front Of Me. He had to have been the world’s most patient and understanding man. Maybe he overheard me telling my kids don’t make me come over there or you’ll be in time out until you start college and one more word out of you, I’m calling those tigers back and telling them to have a little Indian for dinner.
I’m thinking he decided I’m not messing with that bitch. She cray.