Here's a childhood monkey attack recollection that was posted on a blog before the horrible chimp attack in Southern California. It involves a boy at summer camp and a vicious organ grinder monkey named Spud.
Spud trailed me by twenty feet or so, and the door was, well, now that I'd jumped up on the porch of the Nature Hut it was just two giant steps away. I grabbed the screen door and threw it open just as Spud leapt up onto the end of the porch. I had about three seconds, plenty of time to dash into the Nature Hut and close the door behind me. A detail from a bad dream, but true: I threw the screen door open only to find the second door locked. I tried to open it–chunka, chunka, chunka—just as Spud, still shrieking, leapt into the air.
And directly he was on my shoulders. I raised my arms and stumbled away from the door. Spud grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and was pulling on it, his feet on my back, now both of us shrieking.
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