They're real, I tell you!

When I was younger, I had a marmoset jungle.  In fact, I had two.  Now, some people would argue that that was impossible since there are no wild marmosets in Michigan, much less ones that live in the tall grasses and brush that made up the brush pile or the area around the light pole, but I tell you that they were there.  I can't say for certain whether the two colonies knew about each other though, and truth be told, the group in the brush pile seemed to be of the migratory sort and weren't always there.  I believe they spent much of their time in the big gnarled tree down the road, which is where I would have set up shop had I been a marmoset.  I suppose that the marmosets around the light pole were also of the migratory type as the forest would be periodically mowed down to nothing, but at times like those I liked to think that they either just climbed up the pole and waited for things to grow back, or that they moved to the area beside the barn, which provided them with a similar environment, though one with far less sun.

Now, I'm sure you're asking yourselves, why, of all animals, did I decide that they were marmosets?  Well, there's a very simple answer: Sesame Street and the Marmoset Song.  That's why they were there.  That's how I thought of them in the first place, and yes, I did sing the song while I looked around the jungle, so if you're going to blame someone for my geographically incorrect marmoset jungles, blame Sesame Street, but without it I'd never have had a marmoset jungle in the first place (or learned so many ways to count to twelve, but that's a subject for another time).