| We saw every animal that was in “The Lion King” and then some. They were just there, like ants at a picnic, except that they were elephants and giraffes and zebras.  Illustration by Mikel Jaso It was high time that David Sedaris went on a safari. At least that’s how he put it to his boyfriend, Hugh. And so, off they went, headed for Kenya. Now we’re all benefitting, because we get to read Sedaris on the sight of a jackal and a hyena fighting over a lion turd, the smell of hippos (similar to cows), and the sound of elephants eating. “If I were to manufacture a perfume,” he writes, “it would smell the way that grass being ripped from the ground by elephants sounds—simultaneously soothing and astonishing—and simply everyone would have to have it.” Best of all, though, there is Sedaris watching the people watching the animals: “ ‘Have you seen a kill?’ people in the other four-by-fours—couples with camera lenses the size of the Hubble telescope—would ask. It didn’t take long to realize that seven lionesses weren’t enough. They had to have blood dripping from their jaws.” Support The New Yorker’s award-winning journalism. Subscribe today » | 
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