notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Chimp Didn't Go Crazy, Chimp Went Chimp.

Given that this is what chimpanzees do in the wild, it really should come as no surprise that the life of one such animal who spent his days making commercials, quaffing drinks from long stemmed glasses and eating lobster as the "son" of a lonely widow should end in such tragic circumstances.

Really, there's not an ounce of happiness in this tale. The chimp led one sad, fucked up life. Imagine the loneliness of this creature, one of a species that places so much significance on social interaction, being forced to advertise Coke and Old Navy. Old Navy indeed! And then he fulfills the sad yearnings of a widow who lost her daughter in a car accident; the owner in question stating that Travis "couldn't have been more my son if I'd given birth to him". He ate Italian food and ice cream and would also bathe. I presume that after bathing he had a dressing gown or would wrap a towel round the bottom half of his body. World of wrong.

I hate it when people anthropomorphise animals, and it's all too clear that she's dealing with an ape several times removed down the the evolutionary process from ourselves and not her offspring when she makes the desperate 911 call;

Owner: "He's killing my friend!!"

911 Dispatcher: Who's killing your friend?

Owner: "My chimpanzee! He ripped her apart! Shoot him! Shoot him!"

I mean, chimps are our closest relative evolutionary speaking, but when I think of our own species, there are definitely a lot of people I wouldn't trust the same way she trusted that chimp. I remember when Matt and Jeff did their best to educate me in the ways of poker, and even with my opposable thumbs and "ability to reason" I was still always the chump on the table. The differences in abilities and qualities of humans are staggering enough; why are we suprised that a chimp, a chimp on xanex for that matter, would react in such a way??

It's also hard not to feel sorrow for his owner who was obviously trying desperately to fulfil a giant hole in her life. I agree with her when she says"It's a horrible thing, but I'm not a horrible person and he's not a horrible chimp."

No, not horrible, just very very sad. Rest in peace Travis, I hope you find it.

Run free and khakiless into the wild green yonder....

Thanks to J.D. for alerting us here at the Muck to this tragedy.

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