I visited my local library. I was in desperate straits. I couldn’t find the book I was looking for. I came without my usual mental list of authors. Ohmygod! I am looking through the DVDs, and I have seen everything! I see a librarian I know. “I can’t find anything,” I whine
(has this happened to you, Roz?). And she says, “I found this documentary on Madagascar fascinating.” So I watched it the next morning. This is my new life’s work. Madagascar has more lemurs than you can imagine, the smallest chameleons in the world, and the weirdest trees: Boabab. I wonder if one can actually visit Madagascar? If so, does any want to go with me?