We Are Considering Sideline Careers As Nature Guides

It has been well-established that I am not an outdoorsy girl.

Oh, I can dress the part, what with my fleece pullovers and functional-yet-appropriately-sassy khaki pants. Not to mention my Fundanas.TM

But even if I have on the right clothes, odds are that once I get in the actual outdoors, something will go horribly awry.

Like that time in 11th grade when my youth group went on a hayride and everyone was swinging out over a pond on a rope, and I wanted to be a good sport so I swung out over the pond, too, only my hands slipped and I fell into said pond and jammed all the fingers on my right hand.

(Smooth.)

(Moves.)

Over the years I’ve learned to accept that I’m just more of an indoorsy girl. My idea of going on a nature hike is to look at pictures of a nature hike on my computer while I sit in an air conditioned Panera with a big mug of coffee (two Equals, heavy on the half & half) and a large piece of plate glass separating me from all the nature. Just as the Good Lord intended.

Well.

I mentioned last week that we spent the last couple of days of our Uganda trip at a lodge near Murchison Falls. The lodge was straight out of a Hemingway novel – perfectly lovely in every way – but I would be lying to you if I told you that I didn’t panic just a smidge when Shannon and I walked in our room and saw that it was “open air.”

Now here’s a lesson you can take with you for the rest of your earthly days, and you don’t even have to pay me for it: “open air” is some fancy travel agent talk for WE AIN’T GOT NO AIR CONDITIONERS, Y’ALL.

However, given what we’d recently seen in Kampala, I was able to quickly put the no air conditioner thing in perspective. Not to mention that I was on a once-in-a-lifetime trip with some of the best people I’ve ever met in my whole life. And so if the Lord wanted to use my time in Africa to rid me of any freon-related strongholds, then I was not going to get in His way.

As it turned out, the lodge’s electricity came from a generator, and they turned off the generator three times a day. For those of you who are keeping score at home, that means there were three times a day when the ceiling fans didn’t work because, funny thing, CEILING FANS REQUIRE POWER.

Honestly, I didn’t even notice the power outages during the daytime. We weren’t in our rooms a lot, and between the hiking and the ferry riding and the river exploring and the animal watching, there just wasn’t a lot of time to sit in the room and think about how you couldn’t turn on the TV if you wanted to, only OH WAIT, THERE WERE NO TV’S THERE, CLEARLY I WAS TRICKED INTO CAMPING.

The first night at the lodge we had an absolutely delightful dinner, and once Shannon and I got back to our room it dawned on us that the generator was going to turn off around 1 in the morning. Which meant that the ceiling fan would not be operating. Which meant that between the mosquito nets surrounding our beds and the lack of air circulation, there was no way we could possibly continue to breathe normally after 1AM.

After a considerable amount of deliberation, we decided to sleep with the sliding glass door open. In retrospect this was probably AN INCREDIBLY FOOLISH DECISION, but at the time we believed that leaving the door open was a stroke of brilliance because fresh air trumps no air at all. Every single time.

About fifteen minutes after we opened the door, Shannon sat up on her bed and said, “WHAT ABOUT THE MONKEYS?”

And I was all, “HUH?”

And she was all, “THE MONKEYS! WHAT IF MONKEYS COME IN OUR ROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT? OUR DOOR IS WIDE OPEN!”

She made an excellent point.

Now in our defense, Shannon and I were both English majors at our respective colleges. And while I recall taking courses in transformational English grammar and Shakespearean poetry and whathaveyou, I was never required to take a course in How To Stop A Monkey Attack. I doubt that Shannon was, either. So we were both dealing with a pretty limited skill set in terms of How To Combat The Nature.

So we talked about some different solutions, and as we discussed those solutions – none of which, interestingly enough, involved sleeping with the door closed – I wandered into the bathroom so I could wash my face and brush my teeth. I kept thinking about what it would be like to wake up and see a real-live monkey on the other side of my mosquito net, and I decided that it would probably be a little alarming.

And I decided it would probably make me scream.

FOREVER.

Now I can’t speak for Shannon, and I don’t know this for sure, but I’m fairly certain that she was having the same thoughts. Because when I walked out of the bathroom and looked at our open doorway, this is what I saw.

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Internets, I give you Shannon’s Monkey Alarm (patent pending).

For the record, I nearly wet my pants when I saw it.

Because monkeys? They can jump. From one tree to another tree, even. And so the notion that our two foot tall chair WITH A BACKPACK AND WATER BOTTLE ON THE SEAT would serve as some sort of Monkey Deterrent made me laugh until I cried.

Shannon’s rationale was that if a monkey ran into the chair, the water bottle would fall and wake us up. And that made perfect sense to me because then we would have plenty of time to, I don’t know, SCREAM AT THE MONKEY?

Or to run and jump in the closet while we SCREAMED AT THE MONKEY?

Or – and this, I feel, is the most likely scenario – to try to hoist ourselves up to the ceiling using only our mosquito nets, all the while SCREAMING AT THE MONKEY?

But never let it be said that English majors don’t know how to improvise. Because I’ll have you know that before the night was over, Shannon had TOTALLY revised her original Monkey Alarm (patent pending) design.

She recognized that we needed something on top of the backpack that was a bit more hefty and stable than the bottle of water.

So she replaced the water with a bottle of sunscreen.

We found great comfort in that modification. And we slept the sleep of angels. Because NO WAY a monkey gets past a bottle of sunscreen, y’all.

I feel certain that any respectable English major would agree.

This post was originally published on March 4, 2008.

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Comments

  1. Oh, I remember this post!!!
    It was just as FUNNY the second time around!!!!
    Maybe only second to “Mama and the Fish Camp”!

  2. I somehow missed this the first go around…and thoroghly enjoyed it this time!

  3. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that’s all I got!

  4. Thank you! I needed that.

  5. I think this was the first post of yours that I ever read. I laughed myself silly then. Thus the beginning of the love of Boo.

    Laughed myself silly this morning again, too.

    Oh, dang, that was funny.

  6. That’s good stuff right there.

    From one English major to another, I must say that I had the same experience at Girl Scout camp when I was a counselor.

    Granted, there weren’t any monkeys (that I know of) in southern Minnesota. But there were racoons!

  7. Oh, Lawsie. Lawsie, Lawsie, Lawsie.

    Could I laugh any harder if I tried??

    And, also? Are we ALL English majors here?

    (Still thinking about the no electricity thing. You mean NONE, right?)

  8. Oh my goodness– this is my all-time favorite post of yours. I remember reading it the first time, and when I read it again today I was once again laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. Thanks for posting this one again! :)

  9. [Laughing!]

    Unfortunately, the Worst Case Scenario Handbook (http://www.worstcasescenarios.com/) did not, to my recollection, mention anything about fighting off a monkey using nothing more than sunscreen, mosquito netting, and bare hands. They need to add that.

    ~Luke

  10. This post STILL DELIVERS the funny after all this time.

    Hey, you know what I like to do when I’m reading books (that, sadly, I cannot do on your blog)? Underline phrases I find especially brilliant.

    Such as:

    rid me of any freon-related strongholds…
    clearly I was tricked into camping…
    for those of you who are keeping score at home…
    dealing with a pretty limited skill set in terms of How to Combat the Nature…

    Clearly I am avoiding some sort of work.

  11. I’m ever so glad you chose to re-run this.

  12. My favorite post EVER! Sometimes I’ll randomly think to myself, “Scream at the monkey!” and crack myself up. I probably would have slept with a weapon in hand.

  13. Honey, you’ve given me a much needed laugh! Have a wonderful day.

  14. Hilarious! Were there snakes to be concerned about, also? Yikes!

  15. Hilarious..The monkey alarm had me dying laughing. Too funny!!

  16. This is the funniest story ever! I laughed until I cried…

  17. Would there have been any more mosquito net available to tack up in the doorway? That would keep out the bugs and I assume a monkey would just trampoline backwards off of it like a catapult.

    I was an English major, too, and I just came up with THAT. Booyah.

  18. I laughed at this post again today as hard as I did the last time i read it.
    I even had to change my panty liner.
    It was that funny!!!!!!

  19. I’m still laughing about this post!

  20. That has to be one of the most hilarious posts! It was funny the first time too!

  21. OH. MY. GOODNESS. This is HILARIOUS. I am a relatively new reader and didn’t see this the first time around.

    Thanks for sharing again! I hope you’re enjoying your bloggy break!

  22. In a totally unrelated random comment, have you tried the Kraft Macaroni & Cheese crackers? Oh, my, gosh, they have Cheez-It and Cheese Nips beaten. And a serving is like, 35 pieces!! Kinda ruins it if you eat them by the bowlful though…

  23. An absolute classic!

  24. I think this post was the first one I read of yours, and it made me laugh today as hard as I laughed the first time around. Thanks for the chuckle!

  25. You know what’s funny? This post made such an impression on me — wet underwear is quite a memory — that I still think about it from time to time.

    And then, because I think funny is even better shared, I inevitably try to tell the story to the person nearest me at the moment. And I never get it right, and I end up doubled over in laughter while they just stare at me and think — once again — “Kelly, you need to get a GRIP!”

  26. OH, I missed this one the first time around. You are too, too funny. And Shannon, too!!

  27. This is hilarious!!! Monkeys coming in your room? I would have worried more about snakes and such……..

  28. And again I laugh!! This is the post that got me hooked on your blog btw!!

    Wonderful–lots of laughs–thank you.

  29. Oh. My. Heavens. That picture just did me in. I’m 37 weeks pregnant and just drank a huge glass of ice water. I am surprised I didn’t pee my pants.
    Thanks, BooMama. And thanks, Shannon.

  30. I had to look aside for a minute just to put myself together again once I realized it was “the monkey post.”

  31. LOL! That was too funny!

  32. I missed that post the first time, but I am rolling in the floor now. Hysterical!

  33. When I saw that picture, I almost fell out of my chair! Now that is something to laught at!

  34. You had me laughing hysterically! Thanks for the fun! So to you, I must say…

    CONGRATULATIONS! You have won the Mrs Nespy’s Frugal World Bronze Medal for August 13th. Go to http://mrsnespy.googlepages.com/grabyourmedalhere to get the code to post your medal if you’d like. Thanks for the great writing!

  35. I do not know HOW I missed that one, but I did. HILARIOUS.

  36. This is HILARIOUS…I was laughing out loud. I can only wish upon a star to one day be half as funny as you.

  37. I just clicked over from Stuff Christians Like-and I laughed until I cried. Thank you!

  38. CMartin21 says:

    I just clicked over to your blog tonight from THAT family and I couldn’t stop reading and laughing. My darling hubby keeps pausing the Olympics to look at me like I’m losing it. You are such a gifted writer / storyteller! I’m hooked!

  39. Hilarious! Glad I found you!

  40. Thanks to your post and Shannon’s monkey alarm system I now have to reapply all my make up. Cried it right off! Hilarious!