Thursday, March 24, 2005
BUTTONHEAD TAMARIN
In early March, my wife and I were lucky enough to acquire a Buttonhead Tamarin, a rare type of monkey found only in Southwest Florida. Unlike a gorilla or gibbon, this type of monkey is more of a dainty, flowerlike creature than their loudmouth, rope swinging cousins. From what we can determine, this type of primate is mostly nocturnal, spending most of the daylight hours in states of napping or silently feeding. However, after dark all hell breaks loose. Since the Buttonhead Tamarin is such a small creature, and ours is so young, we are responsible for it's maintenance and feeding. In the past few weeks alone, I have seen the Girls Gone Wild infomercial about 75 times, all thanks to our new little friend.
Anyway, enough about the logistics and maintenance, and on to the connection to the Naples Beluga. The other evening, I believe during viewing number 66 of the Girls Gone Wild infomercial, or perhaps during a viewing of the Wild Party Girls infomercial, which I'm pretty sure is the same premise though I have to watch them in silent mode so as not to startle this small, precious creature. So, during one of these times, she just looks up at me from her little perch and says, "Tell the Beluga that if I can do that to a pod of dolphins, just think what I can do to a small dog." Now, of course this made no sense to me, but at the same time sort of frightened me since the Beluga and I had a falling out during last year's Super Bowl festivities due to his brazen lack of compassion and complete misrepresentation concerning a certain person's promised pina colada!
So, the following day, with much apprehension, I phoned the Naples Beluga at his winter home in lovely Cleveland Ohio. He seemed to know exactly what I was referring to, and said that I was only in possession of the Buttonhead Tamarin in order to act as an intermediary for him. It looks like now I will not only have to try and forget about the pina colada incident (FORGIVE, NEVER!), but actually let him come to visit with the Buttonhead Tamarin sometime during the following year. I am so outraged, I am almost without words!
Buttonhead Tamarins are pretty cute though. Their poop looks like mustard, with seeds in it.
Anyway, enough about the logistics and maintenance, and on to the connection to the Naples Beluga. The other evening, I believe during viewing number 66 of the Girls Gone Wild infomercial, or perhaps during a viewing of the Wild Party Girls infomercial, which I'm pretty sure is the same premise though I have to watch them in silent mode so as not to startle this small, precious creature. So, during one of these times, she just looks up at me from her little perch and says, "Tell the Beluga that if I can do that to a pod of dolphins, just think what I can do to a small dog." Now, of course this made no sense to me, but at the same time sort of frightened me since the Beluga and I had a falling out during last year's Super Bowl festivities due to his brazen lack of compassion and complete misrepresentation concerning a certain person's promised pina colada!
So, the following day, with much apprehension, I phoned the Naples Beluga at his winter home in lovely Cleveland Ohio. He seemed to know exactly what I was referring to, and said that I was only in possession of the Buttonhead Tamarin in order to act as an intermediary for him. It looks like now I will not only have to try and forget about the pina colada incident (FORGIVE, NEVER!), but actually let him come to visit with the Buttonhead Tamarin sometime during the following year. I am so outraged, I am almost without words!
Buttonhead Tamarins are pretty cute though. Their poop looks like mustard, with seeds in it.
