My 6-year-old daughter Dylan came home from a camp field trip to the Bronx Zoo. She told me about the giraffes, the elephants, the gift shop and oh, there was one more thing…
“There was a gorilla that escaped at the zoo today.”
“Yes. There was a gorilla lost at the zoo. They told us to be on the lookout.”
Now I’m not immediately concerned because I saw “King Kong” and the gorilla seemed very sensitive. Plus, I know from watching the Clint Eastwood movie, “Every Which Way But Loose” that monkeys can be quite loyal with sparkling personalities. Plus this information seems highly suspect.
“Dylan. There is no way that is possible. They would shut the zoo. Who told you that?” I asked.
“The camp director.”
“I really don’t think that’s true. It sounds a little dangerous. I’m sure he was kidding.”
“No, it’s true. He told all of us. On the bus. On the way there. There is a gorilla on the loose. We just had to keep a lookout.”
“For the gorilla?”
As soon as I got home, against my better judgement, I took the time to google, “Missing gorilla Bronx Zoo.”
There did not appear to be a missing gorilla.
I decided not to mention this to Dylan since she was obviously trying to hunt down that ape all day. Plus, she had more to say about the gift shop.
“You didn’t give me enough money. I could only afford this tiny little monkey key chain.”
“THAT was five dollars?!” I’m now more horrified by this than the thought of loose animals at the zoo.
I wasn’t even going to give Dylan any money but then one of her bossy friends came over to me at camp drop off and told me they needed money for the gift shop. And she didn’t say it all sweetly like, “Hi Mrs. Dylan’s mom, can we please have some money?” No, it was more of a shakedown. Like, “We need cash. Cough it up lady.”
And for some bizarre reason, I handed over 5 bucks. I think I was still in shock because Dylan’s pink princess bike had been stolen a few days earlier from camp. I just couldn’t believe it. I mean, who seriously steals a bike with pink and white handle bar streamers? Barbie?!
Okay, we did leave it in the bike rack overnight by accident. With no lock. But still. A princess bike?! From Target?
Unbelievably, the police actually recovered the bike about four days later. It’s in perfect shape except someone snapped off the pink bell.
My point is – if you see a gorilla with a pink plastic princess bell, let me know.
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