Spider Monkeys in Alabama #truestorytuesday

So this one time… and I’m kicking myself for not having the voicemail for this very blog post… I had an employee call in because her daughter was bit by an exotic monkey at a friends party. I must’ve played that voicemail a thousand times to make sure I heard what I was supposed to hear. Yep. Exotic. Monkey. Bite. I was intrigued, confused and slightly concerned. When the time was right a follow-up phone call to the employee went a little like this:

“Hey Suzy Q! How’s your daughter?”

“She’s doing a lot better. She had to get all kinds of shots and they had to make sure the monkey didn’t have rabies or anything like that. But I have to go to the police station today to follow-up on the report.”

“Okay. Is there anything we can do for you or her?”

“Not as of now. We are going to be back and forth between the doctor and the police station. Her friend that owns the Spider Monkey is mad at her. I didn’t even know you could own a Spider Monkey.”

“Suzy Q, we didn’t know you could own one either. We were slightly surprised.”

“Well I guess you can’t have one because the police took it from her and that’s why her friend is mad at her then they almost got into a fight. I’m just glad my daughter doesn’t have rabies. I probably won’t be able to come back to work.”

… and scene…

Spiteful Spider Monkey

Spiteful Spider Monkey

Let that one sink in for a minute.

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