Mangoes. When I can’t get them fresh, I’ll eat the dried ones--delish.
I love a good trek. There’s nothing quite as peaceful and invigorating as exploring the wilderness and meeting the creatures that live there.
I suppose one would call my style jungle chic. I simply adore faux fur, animal prints and feathers. I also have an absolutely smashing walking stick I cannot stand to be without.
Needles™ is my pet voodoo sloth. I love him dearly, but he is always getting stuck, so I constantly must make a point of telling him to be scareful.
When monsters want me to eavesdrop on the conversations between their companion creatures and other animals. Honestly, it’s no less rude than if I were listening in on that monster’s conversation with one of her friends.
Spending my formative fears on a jungle island with only the companionship of animals did little to prepare me for the company of other monsters in large groups. When I find myself in that situation, my pulse races, I breathe very fast, and I start looking for places to hide.