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.”