It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when I decided to take a short break from chores and set up a hammock in the backyard. As I stepped inside to grab some cold lemonade, I left the hammock and ropes lying on the grass. When I returned, I was greeted by an unexpected sight—Monkey Lyly, our mischievous little capuchin, was at it again.
Lyly, full of curiosity and confidence, had apparently decided she’d seen us hang the hammock enough times to do it herself. I quietly watched from behind the sliding glass door as she dragged one end of the hammock toward the tree. Her small hands struggled to wrap the rope around the branch, hopping up and down with frustration when it slipped through her fingers.
She climbed halfway up the tree and tried to tie the rope in what I could only describe as a tangled knot of pure chaos. With a triumphant squeak, she yanked the rope tight and scampered down. But the moment she pulled the other end toward the second tree, the first knot came undone with a dramatic thwap, slapping her gently on the back.
Startled but undeterred, Lyly glared at the rope and tried again. This time, she looped it around the trunk like she was trying to gift-wrap the tree. I burst into laughter when she sat in the middle of the loosely tied hammock, only for it to sag straight to the ground, trapping her like a burrito in a nylon wrap.
Lyly wriggled free, looking slightly embarrassed but still proud of her efforts. She noticed me laughing and gave a playful screech before flinging a leaf in my direction as if to say, “You try doing it with tiny hands!”
Eventually, I stepped out and helped her finish the job. Together, we finally got it hung right. As we lay side by side in the gently swaying hammock, I smiled, thinking how even the simplest things become unforgettable memories when Lyly is involved.
