The first sloth we spotted was, predictably, up a tree. At first Stacey thought it was some kind of fungus which had attacked the tree, causing a growth. To me (Will), this kind of justified my argument that sloths were a little bit useless. No mammal should be mistaken for a fungus.
Then, we saw the second sloth, which was in a neighbouring tree. This one had much more panache, much more style. At first it hid its out-of-proportion head (cue 'Will, you have an out-of-proportion head' comments) with its funny little claws. But that wasn't the coolest thing about sloth #3.
Then, to our utter surprise, it started playing air guitar. It was a left handed air guitar player, but it was DEFINITELY playing air guitar. It was LOVING it. Were then other sloth not busy intimidating a mushroom, it would have joined in with percussion, tapping its claws on the bark,
I looked really, really, really closely at the air guitarist's tiny little odd mouth, and I swear I could hear it singing the lyrics to Sultans of Swing.