You know, those furry little animals, in high school I worked at a Target store, busting tires and installing batteries in their automotive department, a friend worked in the same department, his sister stopped buy to see him, she was smokin hot, we were talking and she asked me if I wanted to stop by after work and see her Monkey ? I was like, I sure do, so after work I stopped by her house, she had a pet Squirrel Monkey ! It was out of it's cage running around the house ! Soon as I walked in, it ran over and started climbing my leg, like I was a tree or something, all I saw was these teeth and it was making a chat,chat,chat sound, I was trying to get this Monkey off my leg ! I didn't want to hurt it and I didn't want it to bite me either, I'd get it's front legs off me, it would keep climbing with it's back legs, I'd get it's back legs off me, it would grab ahold with it's front legs, it is really hard to look cool in front of your friends smokin hot sister, when you are scared to death of this little Monkey, finally he makes it all the way to my shoulder and starts pulling my hair ! She finally quit laughing long enough to get the Monkey off me ! Probably saved my life, that little Monkey was after me. I still feel fairly traumatized by the incident today. That was the Monkey incident of the summer of 79.