I forgot to mention that I was attacked by a monkey.

Attacked might be a bit of a stretch since a giant metal cage separated us. But I was standing there about a foot away, taking a picture of Flynn and my mom, when the monkey leapt from the back of its cage to the front and then swiped his hand out between the bars and got me.

Flynn thought it was the funniest thing he had every seen in his whole two years of life, of course.

At first this was just a strange and somewhat funny thing that happened. But then a few minutes later I realized the scratch had broken skin. And so I spent the rest of what was supposed to be a relaxing day at the lagoon worrying about getting rabies, and researching on my slow-loading iPhone what was worse for a pregnant person, getting a shot to protect against rabies or getting rabies itself. (Answer: both are pretty bad.)

First thing the next morning, I called the embassy doctor and got some interesting but ultimately good news.

Apparently this particular monkey has been up to no good before. The health unit actually already had its immunization records on file. No rabies, or anything else to be concerned about. Phew.