HEY! WHAT’S GOING ON IN THERE?

Even all these years later, after the corrective surgery and physical rehabilitation, after the trial and the media frenzy, after countless hours of community service spent sifting wet garbage under the blazing sun, after failed attempts to reconcile with family members and friends, after the death threats, after countless moves from apartment to apartment and town to town; it feels like it was worthwhile when I remember the look on the zookeepers face when he walked into the cage and discovered what I had done.