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COPYRIGHT 2006 Natural History Magazine, Inc.
As part of my research, I study the physiology of wild baboons in the Serengeti, which is where I am now. I share my camp with a guy named Soirowua, a member of the local Masai.
The other morning, we were collecting firewood--not one of my favorite chores. I'm always anxious about stomping around in thickets with no visibility. At a particularly thick stretch, I balked. "Er, do you think it's a good idea to go in there?"
"Why not?" Soirowua answered, puzzled.
"Um, there may be buffalo in there."
That made his day. He chortled with delight at my wimpiness and plunged on in, emerging some time later with firewood.
That evening I found myself sulking about the incident, searching for...
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