Spider monkeys… one fell in love with my mother once – at the Catskill Game Farm when I was about 12. He remembered her the next few times we went back and held her hand through the bars for hour. It was kind of sweet. And kind of sad. And kind of icky. I wonder if he was attracted to the abundant Tabu fragrance she always wore.
I spied these two on a trip to the Auckland Zoo, basking in some lazy afterglow: so comfortable with each other, it seemed like they must be mates for life.