Apparently it is the yellow baboon, or hamadryas, variety. Omnivores, travel in packs, with one head male...who roars.
I had the mace in my left hand and my leatherman in the right hand (for accuracy) and I was SO ready to kill. I already had the headlines running through my head 'Lost hiker slays vicious 80 lb. male baboon' or 'Canadian backpacker lost in mountains makes a meal out of pack of dangerous baboons'
I never got a good look at that male, so putting a face to those roars is...disturbing.
That's all I wanted to say. You can be impressed and amazed now.
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claire, that is utterly, utterly terrifying. i might have wet my pants a bit. and if i were YOU, THERE... i would have full on SOILED my pants. you are very brave. is there a recipe that could go with this story? because i think it NEEDS to somehow be included in your book...
whoops, i think i sent this comment twice and deleted it once? sorry if it comes through twice. what the...?!
a recipe....no. recipe for DISASTER!
You know, that was the first time in my life when I actually understood how someone could be moved to wet their pants out of utter fear. I was prepared for that. Honestly. Your crotch gets all hot and relaxed while your heart is POUNDING and the adrenalin is surging. It's bizarre.
i think you SHOULD put that recipe in. the recipe for disaster, i mean. i'm sure you can tie it in somehow, apart from the wording!
i've never been so scared that i've wet my pants, but i've definitely seen it happen to grown men. in movies. but still.
a lot of my "helpful" and "wise" advice (especially about romantic relationships or war) comes from movies. so that's how i know about the wetting of the pants. one of the gladiators in front of maximus wet his pants before he went out to fight for the first time in the colosseum! so that's how i know alllll about it.
what i DO in fact know about, first hand, from real life experience is the wetting of the pants because you're laughing too hard. or the wetting of the "pants" in the lake. hahahahahahahahhaha...
the wetting of the pants.
I'm so pleased to have been able to offer you such an authentic, wet-your-pants opportunity. I don't know if my leatherman would have done much good...unless you're MacGyver and had some chewing gum and a bit of C4 around.
I have wet my pants in fear.
There, I said it.
Seriously. I was 17 at the Reynold's house and when I got out of my car to go into their house, both of their huge dogs circled around me barking. It really could have been life threatening.....so I peed my pants. Then I peed a bit later on their trampoline. But not out of fear...just,you know. 'Cause.
Claire, that is so crazy. Those baboons are like crazy, creepy human like freaky things. I can only imagine what it would've sounded like.
Maybe a recipe with baboon meat?
Oh, and I keep having dreams about Sean Johns. What the freak?
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