My very scientific Vervet monkey study. The incentive, or trap if you will, has been set.
and so it begins…
No movement. The life of a fake scientist is a lonely and arduous life. Sitting alone, minutes on end. I feel I am channelling Jane Goodall. Only she can understand my plight.
No movement. Once again alone with my thoughts. Staring into the empty abyss of my swimmingpool. The horror. will this never cease? Also my wifi-signal is weakening. and still I go on…..
Still no movement of here above mentioned trap. The tension is getting to me. I feel as if only I can discover the truth. The truth that will set mankind free.
I feel I am hallucinating from hunger. With only three meals a day and 4 snacks, I don’t know how much longer I can go on. But I must. I must continue on my quest. Because science, and such.
There has been a disturbance at the site. Was it a monkey? Did the banana just fall? And if it just fell in the woods, did in fact, anyone hear it? And if not, did it then make a sound? It is this original never thought of before thoughts that haunt me.
My fellow (real) scientist is useless to me. He does not understand my struggle. He busies himself with arbitrary questions of farming, capacity building and landclaim issues. Insignificant in my wilderness (garden)
I have adjusted my parameters. I have now peeled one of the traps.
I am elated. I am jubilant. My journey has come to an end. I also feel drained. What will now be the purpose of my existence? How will I adjust to civilisation? Can I, in fact, go back? My hypothesis had been proven: Vervet Monkey do in fact not love the succulant taste of a peeled banana!
And the younger one, does in fact like to play Peek-A-Boo. I shall call him Bob Ross.