Confession time. I’ve managed to keep this piece of information off social media, but it’s time for me to get it off my chest.

I’ve been watching April the Giraffe. For six weeks.

No, she hasn’t had her baby yet. Yes, it’s making me crazy. I don’t even want to think about the loss of productivity this has caused, not only in my life, but in the rest of the world.

I mean…my poor husband.

I send him screenshots. Like this one.

She threw hay on her back while she was laying down. And just left it there…for like half an hour. How do I know this? Because I watched her for half an hour with hay on her back, until she stood up and it fell off. I need help…I think.

My coworkers have, for the most part, embraced my obsession. I came to work one Monday and all the giraffes from the Early Literacy Area had congregated around my computer.

I mean…come on…this face. She’s like a big Merry dog. I just want to snuggle her. In my next life, I will come back as a zoologist giraffe keeper.

Are you watching April?