These were apparently sold as pets through newspaper ads in the late 60’s and early 70’s.
It makes me kind of unhappy to think about what may have befallen some of these little guys after the novelty wore off and the reality set in of what you just bought from in an ad in the back of a magazine. Not to mention the stress or terror for the animal of being shipped.
A live squirrel monkey,
Now explains why my mom born in the 60’s tell me when she wanted one as a little girl.
My Mom and her siblings had one. They were far too young to be trusted with a poor monkey. They used to dress it up in doll clothes and spin it around until it was dizzy and see how long it took for it to take off all the clothes. It escaped one night in the winter and froze to death in their barn…
My Mom did not tell that story with any remorse. She was exactly the type of person you think she was after reading that.
I knew a guy who had one of those when he was in his teens. Said it was hard to eat around it and it pooped everywhere. Eventually they gave it to a zoo and put it in with others who had been donated. I’m pretty sure this was in Michigan.
Funny I just posted about my aunt having one, and she was also in Michigan. I wonder if there was a local pet store that they both got them from?
Can’t ask my friend. He has been gone nearly ten years now.
Before preaching, Jim Jones sold them out of the trunk of his car
OK, that’s wild!
If there was a “fact of the thread” award, this post deserves it.
My aunt had one. She said all it do was jerk off and break things and laugh after. Fortunately it wasn’t a poo thrower.
almost human
As if that is what qualifies one of being property.
Dehumanisation doesn’t just apply to humans, the fact that these monkeys were being treated as toys is abhorent.
