Dew monkey

In the great arboretum of life, I am nothing but a dew monkey.

A dew monkey.

Yep.

What is …

He is the monkey that wakes up wet every morning, the one sitting near the end of a limb where there are no leaves above to keep him dry.

Well, now, dew does not fall from the sky but forms when a surface cools through loss of infrared radiation down to a temperature which is colder than the dewpoint of the air next to that surface.

What?

The only way your monkey could get wet every night, every night, because not every night has dew, so if he is not under a leaf, but he gets wet every night, would be if another monkey on a higher limb was, well, pissing on him.

There you go. I am a dew monkey.