Excerpt from article:
Sex and the Single Rhino
Do you want to take over?” Paul Reinhart asked, holding out a pail of the sort usually used for mopping floors. Inside was a small buffet’s worth of fruits and vegetables: apple slices, papaya wedges, carrots, bananas. Each of the bananas had been carefully sliced in half but left unpeeled. I picked up one of the halves and held it out. Using his prehensile upper lip, Harapan shoveled it into his mouth. After two or three seconds, he looked up with an expression that, despite our many millions of years of evolutionary separation, clearly communicated to me a desire for more. This time I chose a whole carrot, which he polished off the way a human adolescent might dispatch a pretzel stick.