I visited a refuge in Bolivia where a woman was rehabilitating monkeys who’d been mistreated as pets and circus animals in the late ’90s; one of the beautiful ironies of the place was that she lived in a cage (literally, a cage with a plywood roof) and the monkeys lived in the jungle around the clearing. She had to live in a cage in order to eat or get anything done; when she was outside, the 30 monkeys in the refuge monkeys were rifling her pockets, stealing her pens, and, peeing on her or worse. As I had my pen stolen, my pockets rifled and worse, the experience gave me a whole new perspective on the saying “more trouble than a barrel-full of monkeys.”

This is the second casting call for traveling animal stories, good, bad or ugly. Allison, thanks for the whale tale on the previous posting.

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