Monkey business!
So you think it can't happen to you?
I've been wanting to go see the wild monkeys living on the Silver River in Florida, ever since my friend Lana told me about them, so I was interested when recent news reports started ranting and raving about "Diseased monkeys running wild in Florida!"
According to legend, the original monkeys escaped during the filming of a Tarzan movie in the 1930's.
Truth is, they were imported in 1938 by the owner of a river boat tour business, and they have proved a very popular attraction.
In fact, when the State of Florida tried to label them a "non-native species" and order their deportation, the people of the state had a hissy fit and demanded that they "leave the monkeys alone!"
I posted one of these stories on Facebook, making the observation that most of us have nothing to worry about--monkeys are not going to show up in our back yards.
My son Todd, now an engineer in Minnesota, posted back,"I wouldn't be too sure of that, based on past experience."
He's right.
When he was about five, I was home on maternity leave with his younger brother. I noticed the hawks flying over the woods in back of the house, and I thought, "I wonder if those birds are after my banty chickens?"
Then the dogs started barking their big-time-intruder bark on the back porch. "Come quick! A monster is out here!!!"
My husband looked out the kitchen door, and said, "You aren't gonna believe this!"
I looked out the window, and there sat a little gray monkey, holding its long tail and wringing it like a handkerchief.
What to do? What to do??
I got the dog carrier, set it down on the porch, and threw a banana in it.
The little monkey went right in, obviously scared and used to being in a cage.
We kept it in the laundry room, while I called around to neighbors.
"Fern, you're going to think I'm crazy, but do you know anyone who's lost a monkey?"
"A MONkey???"
No luck there.
I called up to the Ward's Store: "Bill, do you know anyone who's lost a monkey?"
"A MON-key????"
Finally I called my friend Jean and struck pay dirt.
"Why, yes, Madeline, there was a fella here this morning, looking for a monkey. I'll call him."
In short order, a young man knocked on my door and took the monkey with him, much to my son's disappointment. I think he had visions of some great "Show and Tell" sessions in kindergarten. The five dollar reward was small compensation for the loss of his dream pet.
How did the monkey get loose from its owner, you ask? They were taking her to the vet, and when they opened the car door, she grabbed the chance to be free. However, since the weather in February is hardly conducive to tropical guests, she soon went in search of shelter.
Ever after, my husband would tease my son by looking out the back window and saying, "Toddie, is that a giraffe I see in the woods??"
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