This morning Chiquito wouldn't eat. Even worse, he wrapped himself in his blanket and laid on the floor.
I worry about the monkeys getting sick - especially contacting human respiratory diseases. (Explorers from Europe unintentionally wiped out populations of indigenous people on two continents.) So when a photographer who had driven for several hours to photograph the monkeys arrived with a head cold, she didn't make it past the front door. And even though education is a huge component of what we're doing, children under the age of ten aren't allowed to visit...they're just too virulent when they get sick. But with all of the bananas (which are binding) the monkeys eat, I've never worried about diarrhea.
I continue to operate under the illusion that I can outsmart a monkey. So I got a piece of ryebread crust (bread is a favorite treat), made a slit, and hid a Pepto Bismol tablet.
Chiquito accepted my offering, removed the Pepto Bismol tablet...and discarded the bread! He proceeded to nibble and then eat the tablet, and a second one as well.
I'm going on the presumption that Chiquito ate something he shouldn't have on yesterday's outing, since he got sick within an hour of returning. Paul retraced their steps today and brought home both things he saw Chiquito eat. One is Guyaba and is fine. The other - small yellow "berries" that Paul thought were immature Nance (a fruit that is not currently in season that I buy for the monkeys at the farmer's market ) - may not be. And if Chiquito gets worse, or isn't himself in the morning, we'll head to a vet in San Jose who is a primate specialist...with the yellow berries.
In the meantime, Lolita seems empathetic and concerned. I don't know if she really gave Chiquito a kiss, was trying to taste the Pepto Bismol, or smelled something else unusual on his breath. But it makes for sweet photos.