My wife is the chair of biology and chemistry at a local university. They recruited an administrator from a nearby animal sanctuary to come and teach at the college. The ulterior motive was that they wanted his help putting together a zoo science major that trains people to work in zoos.
He now works at a local zoo and teaches part time. But he's our in for animal encounters. For Father's Day last year, my wife scored me an encounter with a serval kitten. She was so cute, but not overly interested in me, though she licked my bald head. He fosters her at night. We would be in on that too, but we have cats, and he thinks it might cause issues.
So, instead, we foster a two toed sloth 2-3 days a week. She is my movie buddy and watched rogue one with me Friday night, though her movie night was cut short because it was Day 7 of her poop schedule and I felt her arching into me and I thought she would explode. Damn, they are so cute. I pick her up in the police cruiser, and I am pretty sure that makes me the only sloth unit in the world, though she sucks at tracking suspects and takes a week to do a vehicle sniff.
