Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know the news around the world has been bad lately. After days of unrelenting horror on the news, we’re all pretty worn down.
I hate to share a little more bad news, but learning about the death of Eduardo the Golden Lion Tamarin made me very sad. Sad enough to cry on the Metro. (Crying about the death of a monkey does get you a seat on the Metro even during rush hour).
Rest in peace, Eduardo. If there’s a monkey heaven, I hope you have a hot golden lion tamarin babe on your arm, an all-you-can-eat insect buffet, and all the poop you can throw.
That brings up an interesting point. Is there poop in heaven?
I didn’t tell Eric you were commenting on a post, I just turned to him and said, “Jungle Pete wonders if there’s poop in Heaven.” What’s remarkable is that he barely batted an eye. He even seemed a little let down that you were responding to a post and not, instead, in the middle of some sort of existential breakdown.