Holy crap, guys: I HAVE FINALLY SEEN REAL MANATEES.
They are very, very large. And blimp-like. Just like how I feel on the inside.
I went to Orlando two weekends ago for a theme park-filled trip with my mom and brother. We spent an entire day at SeaWorld—and by “entire day” I mean 9 a.m. until 11 p.m. That’s 14 consecutive hours of SeaWorld. Indeed, I’ve gotten my fill for at least the next decade.
Most importantly, here’s a look at the Manatee Rescue exhibit!
Manatee floating around in the outside pool! Blob-alicious.
GETTIN’ CLOSER.
IT’S LIKE I CAN TOUCH YOUUUU okay not really. I’ll dub thee “Blimpy.”
Manatee bums. I have seen them.
Aw, that whiskery face.
Aw, that creased belly.
And near the entrance, a statue of a baby and its momma. (Or dad. Hm.) The statue of a kid looking down at the manatees seems a bit odd, but whatever.
