Wet Dreams by Stephanie Punte

Wet Dreams by Stephanie Punte
Wet Dreams by Stephanie Punte

#volunteerstorycontest no. 1 by Stephanie Punte

I volunteered at La Senda Verde in 2013 when I was 19 years old. It was my first internship abroad for my wildlife management studies. I had already worked at wildlife rescue centres in The Netherlands, but felt that I was ready for something more exotic and adventurous. I should have known; be careful what you wish for!

After arriving at La Senda after a horrible trip and a touch of altitude sickness, I met my two foster monkeys: Papaya (more commonly known as Paya) and Balu: two red howler monkeys that were orphaned and used in the pet trade. Quite quickly I was told about Balu’s digestive problems, and that he was quite prone to diarrhoea. I could deal with that, right?

Fast-forward a couple of weeks into my internship. Yes, Balu had already had his diarrhoea episodes a couple of times, no problem during the day when I was normal clothes, slightly more annoying in the evening when I was already dressed for bed. Due to Balu and Paya’s need for a foster mother, they both slept in the bed. Balu slept in the bed with the volunteer that I shared my room with; Paya curled up around my bed. After my fellow monkey mom left (poopy issues weren’t her favourite 😉 ) Balu came to sleep with me as well. Luckily the temperatures were dropping a bit and it wasn’t too hot with my personal living fur collar in bed.

Each morning Balu and Paya woke up when they needed to go to the bathroom. If I was fast enough I would take them on me and run outside to the nearest tree, if I wasn’t they would pee and poo of the bed where it was still relatively easy to clean. Aside from his digestive problems, Balu seemed to have another ‘small’ issue; he almost seemed to have separation anxiety and held on to his foster moms for dear life. Even when peeing. Even when having diarrhoea. That led to me being used to having a poopy waterfall running down my back. However; it did not prepare me for the next surprise.

One night Balu had a particular bloated stomach. After feeling his stomach and feeling that there was quite a bit of air in it, I was expecting some farts during the night. When I woke up at 3 am from his loud farts, I wasn’t surprised. They smelled quite bad, but nothing I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t want to move since Paya was still fast asleep, but made sure Balu was okay and waited for him to settle down again. All 3 off us slept until sunrise.

When I woke up I was quite immediately aware of the poopy smell that seemed to be everywhere. Had Balu farted again? No. Balu’s farts in the middle of the night turned out to not just have been farts. They were wet farts. Poopy farts. Diarrhoea farts. My pillow was smutched in diarrhoea, which meant that I was also sporting a poopy dreadlock hairdo. I had been sleeping in monkey diarrhoea all night. Thank you Balu, thank you for this great memory!

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