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Happy Tail: What the Bleep?! - A baboon "...I don’t have any photos of Bleep but I still have the picture of him up in the pine tree looking through my wallet and eating my money..." By Peg Schaeffer We have had quite a variety of animals on the farm over the years. In addition to the dogs, cats, and horses we’ve also had goats and a pig. The strangest member of the menagerie was a monkey named Bleep. Bleep was a baboon. My mother used to work at Sears & Roebuck with a man named Elmer Rose. Elmer always had a variety of exotic animals at his place. So when my nephew, Bruce, heard about the monkey he bought it from Elmer. He kept Bleep in a wire cage in the backyard. Bleep managed to escape from the cage and that was the summer to go down in the history books. People driving by would see the monkey perched on the back of one of the horses, picking through their mane. While the horses ate their grain he would sit on their neck and scoop grain out by the handful and eat it. It was comical to onlookers and they would always stop to watch. Bleep always eluded capture. He was always a great topic of conversation. Everyone would laugh when they heard about his escapades. Everyone but me. In the beginning it was comical but after he destroyed more than one radio in the barn and I had to pick up the bridles and halters he took off of the hooks it stopped being funny. I would go in the barn and see the destruction he’d caused during the night and would yell at him. Then I started giving him the bird (middle finger in the air) when I’d see him. He caught on quickly and would jump up and down giving me the bird right back at me. So you’d see this young girl yelling at a monkey on the roof of the barn and the monkey would be jumping up and down giving her the finger. One day I was walking out the barn door and the next thing I knew Bleep had jumped off the barn roof onto my back. He landed on my shoulders and began pulling my hair. I was trying to pull him off, yelling at the top of my lungs to Bruce to get this #*! monkey off of me. As Bruce ran out the door Bleep quickly jumped back onto the roof of the barn and did his middle finger monkey dance. I was going camping and packed my pickup truck the night before. I had camping equipment, groceries, and my pocket book all loaded up ready to go. All I had to do was feed the horses in the morning and I’d be off. The minute I opened the barn door I knew something was wrong. Bananas were smeared all over the barn radio. Peels were thrown all over the floor. I raced out to my truck. Bleep had gotten into the cab of the truck. He had mashed bananas all over the dashboard, he had opened my suitcase and strewn the clothes everywhere and my pocketbook was open. My wallet was gone. We had huge pine trees in our yard and I looked up to see Bleep at the top of the tree, perched on a branch, thumbing through my wallet. He knew I couldn’t get to him and he was taunting me. He pulled photos out of the wallet, looking at them one at a time, and then dropped them to the ground. The more I yelled the more he enjoyed it. Then he reached inside the billfold and pulled my money out. He crumpled it up, one bill at a time and put it in his mouth. Then when the bill fold was empty and he tired of the game he dropped the wallet to the ground. My vacation was delayed a day so I could make my report to the insurance company (imagine the laughs when they heard this story). My father replaced the money Bleep had eaten. No one needed a vacation as badly as I did at that point. Eventually Bruce hired a vet to come out to the farm and he shot Bleep with a tranquilizer dart. Bleep was returned to his wire cage and then returned to Elmer Rose where he belonged. I don’t have any photos of Bleep but I still have the picture of him up in the pine tree looking through my wallet and eating my money. That picture will always be etched in my mind. Peg Schaeffer, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue, 860 Sparksville Road Columbia, KY 42728 Sugarfootfarm.com sugarfootfarmrescue@yahoo.com Home telephone: 270-378-4521, Cell phone: 270-634-4675 This story was posted on 2015-05-24 06:02:55
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