I arrived in Vancouver in 1978.
Naively, I went to the zoo for an "outing."
A monkey taught me it all by peeing on my head.
I jumped back, spluttering, and wiped off my glasses for a better look.
The misery and suffering of the caged animals, made an instant non-zoo goer out of me.
No, it wasn't the pee, it was the fact that I could ride my bike to the zoo, enjoy my life, enjoy my freedom, and these animals lived their entire lives in squalid, constricting conditions, limited to such petty amusements as peeing on the stupid humans.
Animalasium - fun for who? No one.