Sleeping in an African game park thrilled me as a young college graduate. My youthful stupidity allowed me to get out of the car alone and walk into a viewing deck that overhung a watering hole, where I observed zebra, wildebeest, and giraffe. Imagine my delight to see the king of the jungle up-close and dangerous.
We expect a lion to kill. It boldly prowls because it cannot hold back the insatiable desire to eat red meat. Yet, watching one lick a carcass put fear into my peaceful morning after a restful night of listening to a wildlife lullaby.