Puttin' you in your Place - Monkey Face!

Over the years when I shared my 'Spider Monkey Attack’ story with people, it was often met with much skepticism. Tonight in fact, on the phone with LTD, she asked me REPEATEDLY if I was making it up and/or just kidding. Over and over again I tried to assuage her doubts. I told her I had proof and I would provide it. But nothing – NOTHING – could be better than this. One of the people who saw the post on Boing! Boing! made this comment...

“Our crazy uncle Rick used to race monkeys on a small concrete track in the back yard. His wife blamed his odd hobbies on a high speed accident at Laguna Seca during his youth. As you can imagine the furry beasts worked up quite an appetite under the iron fist of Mr. Mears. The competitive drive and large leg muscles (which subsequently lead to one animal's escape) were no doubt to blame from your unfortunate encounter.”

And! As further evidence, I also received this comment. “I grew up in Bakersfield, and we had a spider monkey for a little while, but it ran away. It was mean, so we didn't look for it too hard. Guess now I know where it went. Actually, this would have been later in the 70s or early in the 80s.”

If you don’t believe my story now (to steal a quote from Waist High) you can go piss up a rope.