Eugene is a baby giraffe born at the Toledo Zoo in January to parents Lily and Rocket. Certainly, young Eugene is showing off his own rockets, speeding around his enclosure while the other giraffes look on. I love the guy in the foreground at the bottom of the shot, chewing away, completely serene while Eugene works out his giraffe zoomies.
Even before his zoomies went viral, Eugene was already a social media favorite. Folks particularly love his little tuft of hair sprouting at the top of his head. He’s equally adored by the rest of the zoo’s giraffe herd, as they welcomed him with curiosity and enthusiasm as he was gradually introduced to the rest of the members.
In the wild, reticulated giraffes live in the hot climates of the Horn of Africa. In Toledo, it’s a bit chillier in the winter. So, Eugene has been doing all his zoomies indoors. But recently he’s made his first trip outdoors. No word on weather outdoor zoomies happened, but I suspect there will be some sooner or later.
But the big question is “Does Eugene know his own name?” Well, let’s see… [embed doesn’t seem to be working, so click through.]
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Go, Eugene!
More 𝘍𝘙𝘈𝘗𝘚! I have to wonder if all the warm blooded kind have frenetic tendencies, as quick as they can be, I don't think lizardy types participate.
But wait!
"AI Overview
Cold-blooded animals (ectotherms) generally do not experience FRAPs (Frenetic Random Activity Periods, or "zoomies") in the same way mammals and birds do..."
Continue to wait, this very morning, the A1 told me that besides writing more than 30 novels, Jim Thompson was the 37th governor of Illinois...
I had an Uncle Eugene but we called him Uncle Gene. He was my father's older half brother. My paternal grandmother was married to a man I only know as Mr. Ford and had 6 kids then she married my grandfather and had 6 more kids including my father, obviously. My Uncle Gene was a kind man with a soft Oklahoma accent and was the only one of my father's half siblings that we knew. I know that has nothing to do with a babby giraffe with the zoomies but that is where my brain went. Thanks, Martini, for the pure joy of zoomies.