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Birthday Poop!

My mom recently celebrated her birthday while on a trip to Tanzania and Zanzibar. (Seeing as I most recently celebrated mine while in army pants and a Disney princess crown, we can go ahead and say my mom wins this round.) Since her phone access on the trip was zero, and her internet access intermittent, I sent her the following quick email on her birthday, after she’d mentioned that a group of baboons had joined her in her tent a few days earlier:

“I hope the baboons didn’t give you a birthday gift (by which I mean poop).”

I am told the baboons my mom met were much friendlier than this baboon. (Image from http://fwallpapers.com.)

I am told the baboons my mom met were much friendlier than this baboon. I imagine the only way you’d see this baboon’s poop is when it is hurled violently at your face. (Image from fwallpapers.com.)

To which the birthday girl responded:

“No poop from the baboons, just pee from one of the adolescents and also from a Colobus monkey sitting in a tree.  Watched a giraffe poop.  And I got a lovely photograph of water buck poop.  And did I mention the bushman who I watched roll and smoke an elephant-poop doobie?

“So, all in all, a scat-filled and memorable birthday trip.  (I dare you to do a blog entry devoted to bodily functions.)”

This is a Colobus monkey. It appears to have a lot of anxiety. This monkey and I could probably be good friends. (Image from factzoo.com.)

This is a colobus monkey. It appears to have a lot of anxiety. This monkey and I could probably be good friends. (Image from factzoo.com.)

Let this be a lesson to my mom that if you dare me to write a blog post about poop, I’m going to write a blog post about poop. Especially if it’s monkey poop. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM.

P.S. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen a colobus monkey before, but as I stared at many pictures of this monkey, it looked more and more familiar to me. This is why:

Colobus monkey comparison

Those terrible monkeys. Always telling Cinderella to make the fire, fix the breakfast, wash the dishes, do the mopping.

P.P.S. I’m not ignoring that elephant-poop doobie; that would be not only uncharacteristic of me, but also very irresponsible. I’m just waiting to get the photo of it from my mom. Don’t pretend you’re not curious about a dude smoking elephant poop. I know you are.

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