True Story©... Hermit Life
Ian was my littlest buddy of all time… He was a 10-pound Grivet Monkey I convinced an exotics shop that shouldn’t have sold him to sell him to me. … and he tried like hell to ruin my life. Funny thing about monkeys, even little ones. They are territorial little shits, even the little ones! I was basically not allowed to have company in my house when Ian’s cage was in a common area, or he would raise all grains of holy fucking hell until he was the center of attention. Covering his cage didn’t help, and ignoring him with an exposed cage would serve it that he would ASSUREDLY fling shit in your direction. I should have tried to train the little bastard to pitch for the Pirates, he had quite the arm! Anyway… As long as Ian was being played with and the center of attention, even outside of his cage, then he was all good. One night I had a female supplicant to visit me. Immediately upon walking in the house, she noticed Ian’s cage hanging in th