We switched over to a nature show about chimps during the
football game’s commercial break.
“Awwwww. They’re so cute. We should
get a chimp,” I said to Husband.
“Yeah. Then he send us to the intensive care unit. Did you hear
about that poor guy?”
“What? What guy?” Husband can’t
remember where he left his car keys, but he can remember some article he read
20 years ago about a guy who got mauled by a chimp. To his credit, I
guess the latter is a little more interesting than the former, though not
nearly as useful.
“Yeah, some guy owned a chimp and then had to turn it over
to a conservation park. When he went to visit the chimp, it attacked
him and sent him to the intensive care unit where he
nearly died.”
“That’s horrible!” I exclaimed.
“Well, what do you except? It’s a wild
animal. It’s not a person in a fur suit.”
