Before posting the main course, I still have a story to tell…
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I had always wanted to see a genet in the KTP. My wish was granted on our last trip, so it would actually make for another tick
on my bucket list. But unfortunately, I got way more than I had bargained for…
The SO and I were sitting on the deck after dinner - as you do
- watching the waterhole - also as you do
- when we heard
a rustling noise in the tree right of our unit. Unreasonably we had thought it was a snake (never heard of snakes in the dark, but
never mind - you can never be too careful
) but after a quick inspection with our head lights we found this genet sitting there.
Of course, we were totally excited and happy that it would finally introduce itself to us after we had heard so much about it
from others.
Well, the genet sat there for a while watching telly (aka what was happening in the dark). At some point it got up and moved
closer towards us
The SO who was sitting on the outer side of the deck and therefore closer to the genet got a bit nervous
when the genet hopped onto the beam of the wooden roof of the deck. He got up. I told him not to be such a sissy, but couldn't
convince him to sit down again. When the SO had gotten up the genet had returned to the tree but since the SO disappeared into
the bathroom (he said he might as well seeing he had been up already), it came back to the beam. I of course thought it would
be best to pretend nothing was happening and kept seated. The genet then moved on out of my view and onto the wooden roof.
There was a funny noise coming from the direction where I thought it had wandered off too. Just as my mind was processing
what kind of noise exactly it was I was hearing, I already felt the "rain" falling down on me.
That genet had chosen me to
spray mark and make me hers / his
If you have never smelled the urine of a genet - make sure you won't either in the future.
It's one of the worst things I can imagine, right after the smell of a skunk. I was lucky enough that it only hit my feet but my
flip flops were ruined. Despite washing them I don't know how many times, they still smell. I have yet to decide if I can take
them with me again or if they go to the bin now.
So, genets are not really my friends anymore