No lemurs

[8/6/07 NOSY KOMBA (LEMUR flipping ISLAND) --- Dear Molly, I am the only person in the world who can go to a place called “lemur island,” hike around for 6 hours, spend the night, and not see one damn endangered primate. Apparently the lemurs know that all the banana-toting tourists show up between 9 a.m. and noon. At noon, they vanish into an underground lemur lair, not to emerge until the next morning, unless bananas are spotted. And while they’re hiding out, I’m traipsing all around the island with my eyes pointed up to the trees, hoping to see one, and tripping because I’m not looking at the path. I’m sure they watched on their digital surveillance system and laughed their lemur asses off. – John]