My sister TG went to the zoo, where she met a tamarin who had social issues and had to be kept separate from all the other tamarins because of his bad temper and biting problem. I feel so bad for him! He just jumped around this giant cage all by himself, clutching his toy monkey for comfort. At least he had that much. How can anyone stay bad-tempered with a monkey to clutch? I understand; for I, too, have nestled a simian in my armpit to scare away the demons and the dark.