To follow up on yesterday’s photo of Mr. Hippo dancing along the floor of his tank, here’s Mrs. Hippo calling him home for dinner. I’ve got to say, their planetarium of a shelter was pretty impressive; it makes the Hippo exhibit at the zoo in Seattle look almost shabby (although over here they have an entire grass field to roam through). The benefit of having them contained is that the zoo has full control of the hippopotamuses’ climate and is able to fully replicate the African heat. I don’t know about you, but I’d be pretty pumped to live there, especially since there are no crocodiles nipping at your tail or Bull hippos to steal your domestic partner, just shrieking children only an arms length out of chompable reach. Ah, #topzoopains.