intelligence.

intelligence and disney do not always coincide.
surprise?
i'm pretty sure it happens at the front gate. as soon as these people go through the turnstyles and have their fingerprint scanned, it happens. they lose any and all semblance of intelligence and/or logic and/or common sense.

deer is plural. it is also singular. there is no such thing as "deers." especially when referring to a very, very large bovine species.
not every bird with feathers is a peacock.
when a "baby" bird with a ten foot wingspan is flying 3 inches over your head while sitting, don't stand up.
don't try to grab the crane. why would you try to grab a bird flying over your head?
the person standing around in the neon pink blouse, strangely patterned skirt, and nametag really is a disney cast member. same as the next person in the exact same getup. i know, we blend. its our fault.
no matter how much you pretend you don't speak english, we know you do when you start to yell at us in it. fluently.
putting your small child standing up on top of the five foot fence enclosing the 1800 lb banteng really isn't the best idea.
yelling/meowing/whistling/"here kitty kitty"-ing at tigers isn't going to make them move, except perhaps in the other direction.
antelope are not baby deer.
leaving your sleeping child alone in a stroller outside while you ride the ride isn't good. in fact you should be jailed.
when i tell you i don't speak spanish, and you proceed to ask me your question is very fast spanish without any hand gestures or visual aides, i still don't speak spanish.
letting your 10 year old swear in front of you, your husband, and me, multiple times, is really not okay.
stripping your 7 year old female daughter of all-read, ALL- her clothing because they're wet from the ride you decided to take her on and letting her walk around naked isn't advisable.
disney would LOVE to let you hand-feed their fully grown tigers.
the tiger paw i'm holding isn't a bear paw. no matter how many times you tell me it is.
that loud noise you heard isn't an elephant, nor does it sound like one. its a bird.
i don't look cute in the aforementioned costume. don't creepily wink at me. drink your dag gone beer and move on.
when i told you female komodo dragons don't need males to reproduce, i wasn't implying your marriage should end. at all.

but for all the idiots, bad parents, and stupid people i've seen, heard, and spoken with, there are the gems that seem to make it all the way back to asia with their sense and wits.  one mother--i swear she was the highlight of my day--didn't allow her boy to climb on the fence at all, pointed out every animal and asked him questions about them, and this kid knew! he was probably only 10, but he knew my animals and knew all my questions to him about the antler i was holding. the mother correctly called my peafowl peahens, not peacocks (because they're female) and correctly identified horns vs antlers, deer vs antelope, and deer vs cow.
another 8 or 9 year old kid made my day by knowing all about my fruit bats. told me everything. could have had my job.
another kid was an expert on komodos. he even knew how they hunted, and how what makes them deadly isn't poison (as he corrected his mother) its bacteria.

these people make my day. also anyone who laughs at my tiger overlook jokes. also anyone who asks about the bar-headed geese. also anyone with some common sense. end of story.