The other day, we looked out at our gate on the road, and saw a gaggle of tourists out front, snapping away with their cameras. Sloth or monkey, we figured, as this often happens: a sharp-eyed drive spots something while driving past and stops to let everyone get an up-close look. It was a sloth, hanging out in the 
trees outside of our gate. The next day, Miguel and I were driving to the hardware store to pick up some supplies, and I was telling him about the sloth in the tree. I hit the gate opener (it works like a garage-door opener) and Miguel yelled out: "Stop!"The crazy sloth was hanging on the chain and getting a ride as the gate opened. This has happened in the past, as w
e have found sloth hairs in the chain, but this was the first time we had actually seen it. The sloth did not want to let go of the greasy chain or the metal supports. Miguel and I had some large branches and finally got the sloth to grab onto one, where we swung it back into a tree. It was moving pretty quickly for a sloth, and climbed out over the gate and was hanging precariously on a small limb over the cement by the time we got back from the hardware store 10 minutes later. It didn't fall, but wandered back and is now hiding somewhere in the trees.
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