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Monkey Island

Monkey Island

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Enjoy this full chapter about working on Monkey Island, from Jeff's newest book. Monkey Farm: A Summer Among the Macaques Audiobook: Libby Libro.fm Spotify Amazon Audible Apple Books Google Play Kobo Barnes and Noble eBook (DRM-free): Bookshop.org Kobo Kindle Barnes and Noble Canadian friends: I set the retail price at par - $10CAD and $10USD. Anything more is bullshit. Keep looking if a site (like Amazon) is charging exchange rate. It's the least I can do to make up for our bad behavior down here. International (list created with gemini): Rakuten Kobo (Global / Ireland)E-Book (EPUB 3)Ireland / European Union€8.99 Retail / Pre-orderRakuten Kobo Ireland Listing Rakuten Kobo (Belgium / French)Digital AudiobookBelgium / FranceDirect PurchaseRakuten Kobo Belgium Audio Listing Rakuten Kobo (Netherlands)E-BookNetherlandsDirect PurchaseRakuten Kobo Netherlands Listing Rakuten Kobo (Denmark)E-BookDenmarkDirect PurchaseRakuten Kobo Denmark Listing Rakuten Kobo (Turkey)E-BookTurkeyDirect PurchaseRakuten Kobo Turkey Listing Rakuten Kobo (Belgium / Dutch)E-BookBelgiumDirect PurchaseRakuten Kobo Belgium Dutch Listing BooktopiaE-BookAustraliaDirect Purchase (AUD)Booktopia Product Listing Storytel (Indonesia Storefront)Digital AudiobookGlobal / Southeast AsiaMonthly Subscription StreamingStorytel Indonesia Listing Storytel (France Storefront)Digital AudiobookFrance / EuropeMonthly Subscription StreamingStorytel France Listing Storytel (Iceland Storefront)Digital AudiobookIcelandMonthly Subscription StreamingStorytel Iceland Listing Bol.comDigital AudiobookNetherlands / BelgiumKobo Plus Subscription / PurchaseBol.com Product Listing Rakuten Books JapanDigital E-BookJapanDirect Purchase (JPY)Rakuten Japan Product Listing NextoryE-Book & AudiobookSwitzerland / EuropeMonthly Subscription StreamingNextory Product Listing The full chapter follows, enjoy and let me know what you think... Chapter 11 - Monkey Island My summer among the macaques ended with a hangover, fresh stitches and a new tattoo. The story of how that happened began before dawn at a boat dock on Saint Helena Sound. The skills I'd acquired at the Yemassee clinic, specifically treating lacerations and fight wounds, had qualified me to work on Morgan Island when needed. The Monkey Farm maintained a colony of rhesus macaques on the island under a contract with the government. The macaques had been relocated to South Carolina from a government breeding facility in Puerto Rico fifteen years prior, after monkeys carrying the Herpes-B virus escaped into the community. After my boss recommended me to the Morgan Island team, the occupational health lab tested me for tuberculosis and hepatitis. The monkeys on the island were disease-free, and the humans who worked there were screened to make sure they didn't infect the animals. The lab also re-tested me for Herpes-B virus, carried by many of the macaques I worked with. Herpes-B was harmless to the monkeys, but could kill me. The re-test confirmed I hadn't been infected by an accidental needle stick the month before. After I stuck myself with that used needle, I rushed back to the clinic and scrubbed the wound with iodine and a stiff brush for ten minutes, then flushed the wound with water for another twenty minutes. Either the monkey hadn't carried B virus or the infection-control procedure worked. Good news! With blood tests out of the way, I was given the dates I would work on Morgan Island and instructions to take the morning boat from Eddings Point. My boss dictated directions. "Take the Carteret Street bridge from Beaufort on the mainland to Lady's Island. Continue on the Sea Island Parkway. Pass Datha, Distant, Warsaw and Polawana Islands. Keep going on to Saint Helena Island. Turn left on Eddings Point Road, go a couple miles across the causeway to Eddings Point Landing. Boat leaves at 6:30 am sharp. Be early because they'll leave you at the dock if you're one minute late." A winding pre-dawn drive across the archipelago of Saint Helena Sound got me to the dock just after 6:00 am. A car and two pickup trucks were already parked in an oyster shell lot between the narrow causeway and the salt marsh. The trucks lit the marsh with their headlights. The beams followed a walkway of planks laid between pilings out to open water where I could just make out a boat tied to a floating dock. Three people I'd never met were ferrying boxes of supplies and bags of Purina Monkey Chow from the trucks to the boat. I got out of my own truck with a duffel bag holding my coveralls and boots. Unsure what do do next, I went and stood next to the walkway, thinking maybe I could help. The three men ignored me as they sleepily went about their stevedoring. The veterinarian I was to assist that day climbed out of a nearby station wagon and trudged slowly over, a bag similar to mine slung over her shoulder. We exchanged sleepy good mornings. She wore a dark knit watch cap. It was ...
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