Who says that there is no excitement in paradise? This morning around 5AM I was awoken by the insistent chirping of some wee beastie. Much as I tried to ignore it (I was locally famous at Williams for sleeping through blaring Mission fire alarms), the noise would not go away. I didn't really want to get up and deal with it, cozy as I was in my mosquito net.
At first I thought it was a mouse, then a bird. I heard one of the Argentineans murmur the word "murcielago", or "bat". I peered out of my door with my headlamp and spied something smallish perched on the curtain rod. We stared at each other for a few moments, and then it made an impressive jump from the curtain rod to the chair. Having recently read the excellent read "Outbreak", my head was filled with thoughts of bat-introduced infectious diseases, and decided to let the Argentineans deal with it. I closed my door and went back to the comfort of my mosquito net.
When I woke up, Pablo informed me that it had been a bushbaby! I feel lucky to have glimpsed it, however briefly, because they are very shy. It must have wandered in during day when windows and doors are open and gotten trapped. Here's hoping for less excitement tonight!
