Comparing the meerkats has just gone a bit bonkers. I adore the hairy skittles as much as anyone but I dare to suggest things have strayed into insanity. British scientists are in the Kalahari timing them out of bed. Sitting outside their holes waiting for them to get up in the morning. Why?
The little chaps will yawn and stretch and sally forth into the dawn when they feel like it and not a second before. Timing them with a stopwatch makes no sense. So what if some rise a minute, nay, eight minutes after another lot. Perhaps they are having riotous sex in there and she was shouting " niet stop!" while the boy in the next burrow was only up for a quickie. Who knows? And, why, why should we care? Something about comparing cultures. Are we chucking money at this?
The boffins have been there 11 years. Yet you just know that all the research in the world will not find a way to get a teenage son out of bed before noon.
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