“Monkeys freak me out,” said Lulu, as she stared at her computer screen. “They have hands and thumbs. They could brush my teeth for me.”
It’s true, Lulu is disturbed by monkeys. The very mention of them makes her grimace. Once in the pre-Mock Chicken days, we had a funny little exchange and I said something about wanting to write it down. She said, “If we had a monkey we could put him in the corner and he could write down everything we said.” Then she shuttered. For someone who doesn’t like monkeys, they do come up quite a bit in conversation.
Too bad she’s obsessed beyond all reason with a newly-discovered National Geographic website that trains a webcam on a remote African watering hole. It was set up by a researcher to prevent poaching: a Big Brother is watching sort of arrangement, I suppose.
She can’t stop talking about it, and leaves it on all the time at home. Whenever she walks by the guest room where she keeps the computer, she checks in. She’s seen giraffes, ostriches, crocodiles, you name it. She and our boss phone each other at home at odd hours to alert each other when there is a particularly dramatic turn of events.
No monkeys yet, though.