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He kind of looked like a boy from day one, didn't he? The National Zoo confirms that the baby giant anteater born on March 12 is in fact a male. He's pictured clutching his mother's back, where he is still hanging out, despite the fact that he's eclipsed 5 lbs. in his single month of life. So what are we going to name this big boy? Your options include Cyrano, Pablo, Armando, and Hector; voting extends to April 28. Other entries may be registered here in comments.
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i love your headlines, Kriston.
Concur. She's obviously a big perv, which is just the sort of quality we commenters look for in our DCist ladies.
It's a mistake that's been made before (http://www.boston.com/ae/theater_arts/exhibitionist/2007/04/kriston_capps_i.html), but much like the anteater baby, our Kriston Capps has also been determined to be male.
Holy CRAP do I stand corrected, Kriston Capps ALSO HAS A THINGEE! And is still a perv, or has the sexual development of a 6 year old.
Hector is the obvious choice
I choose Hector the C.H.U.D. inspector.
He needs a gangsta name like T-Bag.
T-Bagg.
Buttertub?
You'd think, if he were "hanging out", that it would be relatively easy to tell he was male.
I vote for Private Joker.
Robert
Pat ... just in case we find out later it's really a girl.
They don't already have an anteater named Cyrano?
I say call him "Uncle". After all he's a "Aunt" eater.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you.
"...personally suffocate our own poultry..."?? Is this a chicken-choking joke in disguise? I'd stay away from the "special sauce" OTR.
Always better with a helping hand.
A Dog named Sooner!