Traveling the World had never seemed like a perk to Stitch. He was happy enough at home, on his island with his brothers. That was all he needed. Traveling meant cruise, cruise meant water and water sucked. Most of the places they'd docked since his arrival on the ship had been less than impressive as well. Africa, however, was proving to turn in his favor. Zimbabwe had that sense of appeal to him. The sense of something wild and untamed. He felt like maybe it was here that he would feel some sort of love for the land other than the fact that it was keeping him away from the sea. He wasn't sure though. His sudden elation may be due to how long they'd been at sea. He had been going a little stir crazy. It'd been hard to entertain himself.
He had made plans to meet up with people later, so for the moment he was taking in the land. The people. Most of all, the animals. Watching them from afar in the Woodlands, he was captivated. He had always been interested in the idea of wild animals. They got to be out, do what they wanted, when they wanted and it was all about survival of the fittest. He was used to being a wild animal. Used to being called one. When he was younger, Stitch could remember hiding under tables or behind plants and when one of his brothers would walk by he would pounce and bite one of them and if it was Leroy, he'd usually just get punched in the face. Reuben would just tolerate him until he let go.
The reactions of the people here weren't much different.
He wasn't biting anyone (yet) but he'd managed to find himself in the Gardens, hidden among the plant life and climbing up into the trees until the opportunity arose to jump out, scare the crap out of his victim and laugh at their expense. Once or twice someone would take a swing at him but he'd always climb back up in the tree before they could do any real damage. All in all, this was a rather amusing way to pass the time. Around his eighth or ninth pounce, he darted from his position in the brush to climb up a low lying branch where he would be hidden by the cluster of leaves. He hooked his legs around the branch, peeking through the leaves to watch for his next target. It wasn't long before he spotted her, walking his direction without a slight idea he was even there. He recognized her from the deck, but didn't know her name. He doubted he'd even spoken to her. As she neared closer, he locked his knees around the branch and right as she was beneath the branch he swung himself to hang upside down in front of her, making some sort of growl in an attempt to startle her.