Coupla squirrel monkeys playing in a palm tree. I suppose Peanut the Monkey might have been more tolerable if he could have played in the trees year-round. But half the year he was stuck indoors… I wonder if I would like him more today if I ran into him again.
Not sure where I got my love of monkeys. I used to hate them. Loathe them. Not all of them. Or even some of them. Just one. I hated just one monkey. But I hated him enough for all monkeydom. His name was Peanut. We got him when I was around 13, on a familyContinue reading “Monkey no shines”