The call of the wild...

...sounded bright and early this morning. About 7:50. Right in my very own living room. My children heard it loud and clear. Apparently, this mysterious call is a continuous thing. It's not just a spurt and then it's done. Oh no. No, no, no. I hear one of them growling right now, the other one yelling, "That's my milk," my kill, MY KILL! There's a bit of the monkey in the small one for sure. No piece of furniture escapes being his personal climbing tree and resulting perch. Even my husband is in on it. He's currently in there with the boys apparently mimicking a hyena. The little hyenas are cackling right along with him, trying to outdo him. I've always wanted to go on a safari. But oh, what luck! One has come to me!