BSc Animal Behaviour
I think the best place to start my story would be the first night we spent in the incredible Serengeti National Park. At the gate, we stumbled on a Maasai ran tuck shop which mainly sold touristy stuff, but they did sell chocolates and Pringles! A little taste of home, which cost $4 (most expensive Pringles known to man), so I greedily snatched those up for later. As the evening in our campsite wore on, people slowly began to drift off to their tents after a small lecture, in which the combined smell of DEET was prominent. Just as I decided to call it a night, and probably munch my Pringles, the sound of an unmistakable lion call echoed through the night, spine tingling and close by. It was enough to set everyone still standing from the long drive in on edge. It was late on and we had only the fire for light, oddly, my mind immediately fell to my Pringles, as though my food took precedent over my safety. I’ve heard stories and we’ve been repeatedly been reminded not to leave food in your tents, or you may have a night time visitor, keen on your beef flavoured treats which probably smell like a lovely wildebeest leg. With this in mind I ran to my tent to remove them and put them somewhere safe. The small indoor dining area was locked and bolted and the cooks were sleeping in the kitchen, which left one poorly suggested location to conceal my treats…the toilet. It seemed logical, high shelves, indoors which would probably deter any hyena, lions or any other hungry predator. This choice resulted in the curious case of the Pringles thief.