By Danielle Fiddy
An eventful day, as always. Today’s plan was to set out in two groups; one to set pitfall traps for local invertebrates and the second to be given a tour of some of the trees surrounding the area. The setting up of pitfall traps was delayed slightly by a very flimsy spade that hadn’t lasted one hole, justifiably considering it’s price. Returning to the camp, much like a certain scene in Disney’s Tarzan, the camp had been invaded by Vervet monkeys who had managed to make way into someone’s tent, find and scoff their Bombay mix. They soon scattered once they spotted us, however still curiously watched us from the trees hoping, I’m sure, to return to their snacks. Soon we were on our tree tour, filled with interesting facts, such as fruits used as drumsticks and secret hide-outs in Baobab trees. After growing my knowledge and stupidly sun-burning my arms we returned to camp. However, the fun was not over yet. On taking a trip to the toilet/cubicle with a hole in the floor, I was entering said room when a bat flew out of the hole. Yes, I postponed my use of the toilet. All is calm round the campfire now.