The roast beef sandwich with lettuce and tomato did not work. Neither did the apples or the snickers bar. For 4 years, the Mystery Monkey of Tampa Bay did not take the bait – or he snatched it and ran so swiftly that the cage clanked shut on his shadow. He was long gone, like smoke through fingers.
A least a dozen times through the years, the Mystery Monkey was pierced with tranquilizer darts. But he always slipped away – over a fence, up a tree, across roof tops, into the forest.
Unitl now – as the country (and perhaps the World) knows via twitter, an avalanche of news reports and a string of Facebook postings on the Mystery Monkey’s page.
On Wednesday, the souped-up darts hit there mark. It happened outside a house in St. Petersburgh where the monkey, much older than first thought, chose to settle down like so many other retirees. The monkey felt safe among the trees there, amid kind neighbors and fruit platters. …show more content…
“He knows how to cross streets. When he runs up to a street, he will stop and check traffic both ways before he crosses. He knows not to get into power lines.”
Mr. Yates was the house on Wednesday with Don Woodman, the veterinarian who shot the tranquilizer dark from the home of Elizabeth Fowler. Mrs. Fowler had grown fond of the monkey, who watched her family from outside the sliding door. He tried to play with the dog. He tried to frolic with the children.
But three weeks ago the monkey, a rhesus macaque, jumped on Mrs. Fowler’s back, startling her, which in turn startled him. He bit her shoulder, prompting the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission to set out once again to trap
A least a dozen times through the years, the Mystery Monkey was pierced with tranquilizer darts. But he always slipped away – over a fence, up a tree, across roof tops, into the forest.
Unitl now – as the country (and perhaps the World) knows via twitter, an avalanche of news reports and a string of Facebook postings on the Mystery Monkey’s page.
On Wednesday, the souped-up darts hit there mark. It happened outside a house in St. Petersburgh where the monkey, much older than first thought, chose to settle down like so many other retirees. The monkey felt safe among the trees there, amid kind neighbors and fruit platters. …show more content…
“He knows how to cross streets. When he runs up to a street, he will stop and check traffic both ways before he crosses. He knows not to get into power lines.”
Mr. Yates was the house on Wednesday with Don Woodman, the veterinarian who shot the tranquilizer dark from the home of Elizabeth Fowler. Mrs. Fowler had grown fond of the monkey, who watched her family from outside the sliding door. He tried to play with the dog. He tried to frolic with the children.
But three weeks ago the monkey, a rhesus macaque, jumped on Mrs. Fowler’s back, startling her, which in turn startled him. He bit her shoulder, prompting the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission to set out once again to trap