Spider Monkey


Ateles geoffreyoi. I think.

Don’t know what those berries are he’s eating–looks like a lot of work for not a lot of payoff. But I get the impression he knew we were watching. Maybe it was all an elaborate ploy.

If those friendly gun-toting dudes I ran into at Tikal were indeed hunters, they were probably looking for this guy. But I guess that’s what you get for crossing the gods: joyful tree-swinging, and a whole lot of maize-beings hankering after a rack of your ribs grilled with chiles and lime.

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