It is one of those things that you have to laugh about, yet to this day, I cant help resenting the little bastard that cost me a brand spanking new lens.
As that soulless little bastard, I will call “it”, grabbed my camera lens, as “it” climbed to the top of the tree, as “it” was gnawing at my immaculate lens with its bad teeth and rotten monkey breath, as “it” eventually dropped it from the 5-storey high tree, as my lens fell on a rock and was bent to unusable state, I swear I could have shot the little bastard, in traditional African hunting fashion.
(baboon in Vic Falls)
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