That actually happened! I've spent a lot of time at the Ft. Worth Zoo lion exhibit in particular- and the general ignorance and lack of manners demonstrated by the public never fails to amaze me.
Tsavo, Ft. Worth's big male lion, is truly magnificent-- he was orphaned in Africa and brought to America as a very small cub. He is exceptionally large and handsome, without an ounce of fat on him. He is the embodiment of the iconic ideal of the African lion--a Kuhnert painting or a Trafalgar lion statue come to life. (The lions that I've observed in the wild in Africa look quite the reverse...)
But he does not have an easy time with the public. The sight of such a huge and powerful creature of such absolute beauty seems to bring out both the best and the worst in people.
I've noticed that some people whisper when they see him, as if time is slowing down, and even fall silent. I only wish that all visitors were as respectful as those awestruck few who actually grasp the significance of what they are seeing.
I always feel that it is a privilege to just sit and watch him-- and I can hardly tear myself away at zoo closing time. No other zoo creature that I have ever encountered has had as powerful an effect on me. His presence is that riveting, especially if you take the time to quietly observe. Watching him, it becomes clear why the lion has been a religious, heraldic, and totemic symbol of power and magic in human culture for thousands of years.
I find it unendurable when the spell is broken by the ignorance and deliberate cruelty of the general public. Time and again, people passing his rocky grotto fail to show any degree of respect for the great lion's space, privacy, or peace of mind. Often, if Tsavo is sleeping people will start to yell and scream and try to wake him, to make him " do something". Yes, he may be all powerful and could swat you like a gnat without even blinking-- but ah ha, he is also at one's mercy-- a powerless and helpless captive!
Perhaps, being primates, there is something in our genetic code that makes us want to harrass a helpless predator...
Or perhaps people everywhere are simply that depraved?
Whatever the cause, a classic scenario unfolds time and again as Bible Belt Bubba/Denny's night-shift assistant manager/stroller mama with wailing brood in tow takes on pure primeval splendor. Chalk one up for the masses! It is, after all, a Jerry Springer world...
It is a horrible sight to watch Tsavo on a very crowded day at the zoo, enduring the countless taunts, mock roars, and shrieks. You can see him steeling himself to ignore the literal rivers of people that crowd past him on a packed Saturday afternoon (a scary metaphor for the state of the natural world in microcosm). I often wonder how much more bludgeoning the noise must be to a creature with superior hearing to a human being's. It must take a great deal of energy to maintain such regal disdain in the face of so many jeering buffoons. Occasionally, Tsavo takes a decided dislike to a member of the public and makes a quick charge, scattering people everywhere. The keepers tell me that he hates people.
I think that on some level Tsavo's life must be a torment.