Ah, springtime in Washington…It means a lot of things: predictions about when the cherry blossoms will be at peak bloom, the transition from cold and rainy to warm and rainy, and it also inevitably means gallons of ink and hours of TV news air time devoted to whether or not the pandas at the National Zoo are getting it on. (Cue the Barry White music and light the bamboo scented candles.)
I know they’re endangered, and I know the National Zoo has, lately, had a spotty record in animal care but there’s just something vaguely creepy about so many people thinking about pandas having sex. Next thing you know that woman from the Levitra commercial will be on my TV talking about the “quality” of the male panda’s “experience.”
I shudder to think.