The air tank in the zoo is not quite as generous as it could be, and so I am crowded in with birds and a monkey (who sometimes grabs the birds, just to be nasty, to the horror of the minnow schools) and three goats (who I actually quite like), as well as my designated female partner, who laughed when she saw me. She's been an anthropologist for roughly 40 years, is old enough to be my mother's older sister, and volunteered for this gig because she wanted to see what the aliens found interesting--and she needed a little nest egg for retirement. Somebody's going to need to explain the sexual attractiveness age range to the aliens if they want to have a better air exhibit, but it's not going to be me. Besides, she's fantastic company. Easy to get along with, has a million stories, and helps me keep my perspective on being permanently shut into something the size of my apartment.

Inspiration: A picture of a zoo aquarium.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh.