I rarely participate in school events, my roommates and I’s behavior resembles that of a recently widowed agoraphobic, who has a collection of binoculars and lives in a hole within the upholstery of a floral couch. Any free time spent is usually designated to Netflixing and movie marathons. That’s why this past Friday, our actions were particularly unconventional. With hesitance, we managed to peel ourselves from the couch and make our way to the free monkey exhibit featuring The Primate Sanctuary’s very own Carmen Presti. A legend in the ape community of New York State.
As a lover of everything furry, I was enthralled by the monkey’s performance. I could probably spend an hour everyday watching them throw various food bits, and fecal matter at each other. Within the two hour time span I was entertained in almost every aspect, by a multitude of genres. The humor was provided by the glowing orb that is Carmen Presti’s partially bald head, I was especially joyous about the delicate curl of his ponytail, that gathered the few strands left over oh so graciously. My heart quickened with the screams of a certain angry monkey named Maya, who has quite the violent track record. At one point I was certain I would witness one of those rare monkey maulings you hear about when the news gets slow. (luckily Carmen and his ponytail were left unharmed.) Tears even welled in my eyes when a surprise proposal took place, reminding me that escaping romantic comedy is something I will never be able to do, no matter how far I stray from the sappy scenes. If you hadn’t noticed, I replayed the entire experience in an episodic manner. Further infecting me with the inescapable infatuation with entertainment.
I was on a monkey high for a good few hours prior to the performance, which prompted me to pop in one of my favorite T.V. DVD specials, Life. This series is usually reserved for “special” occasions under the appropriate circumstances. My monkey high was more than enough to get me ready for hours worth of wildlife entertainment. Narrated by the beautiful bellows of Oprah Winfrey, Life, captures the essence of just that. Immersed in the colors of the wind, I oohed and ahhed over the majestic tongue flicker of the Chameleon, followed a close family of Elephants on their journey to quench their thirst, and openly wept when a vile group of Hyenas attacked one of their own young. Graphic, but grotesquely amusing.
Next thing I knew I was on Craig’s List, searching for Capuchin Monkeys, observing the legalities of owning a home zoo, and considering changing my major to Zoology. (Completely disregarding the fact that I miraculously passed my last natural science class). Watching television brings out the idealist in me. We live in a world that is constant need of entertainment, two hours of live animal interaction merely fueled a new fantasy for my malleable mind to twist around. I have resolved to squeeze an hour of Animal Planet into my weekly watch schedule, for educational purposes, of course.