I was the caretaker of three squirrel monkeys in a zoo at Millbrook, my prep school. One day a young girl of 13 and her mother came in. The girl was a prospective student on a tour of the zoo after their interview. The girl was dressed in a suit with matching hat, white stockings, and matching navy blue Mary Janes. I was cleaning my cage and so the monkeys were running around the building having fun out of the cage for a bit. This was normal procedure in the monkey house and the building was designed for it so it didn't occur to me to mention anything other than to please keep the door closed.
Well Caesar took a liking to the girl. He liked her so much he ran up the side of one cage and leaped onto the girl, ran down her arm and then mounted her hand which she had closed into a fist. Did you know that squirrel monkeys have really long penises for their size? They do! Well Caesar started humping this girls hands with a huge grin on his face making loud, "EEH! EEH! EEH!" sounds. The horrified mother screamed, the girl screamed, and then started shaking her arm up and down shouting, "GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!" I laughed a bit at the irony of that comment and calmly advised her to stop pumping her arm up and down and just be quiet and he'll stop. She didn't listen. Caesar just kept humping her fist until he blapped in her palm, jumped off her, and then ran back into his cage, up the wire grating, produced another erection, and then urinated in a lovely arcing stream all over the mother who I was trying to pull away from the cage precisely because Caesar had a pattern of this kind of behavior. By this time the girl was in tears, the mother deeply shocked, and I advised the girl to come with me in back to wash her hands. She followed me but then ran out again when she saw a bucket of dead chicks defrosting in the sink. It was not a good day for this family and I felt bad so I apologized and called the other two monkeys back to their cage and locked them in. I wet a paper towel and brought it to the girl so she could clean-up but the damage was done.
Unfortunately, the girl then decided she would much rather look at the very cute capuchin sitting on the floor of the opposite cage. The capuchin's name was Phoebe and she was absolutely darling and sweet and delightful.... with men. Phoebe did not like girls at all. In fact, Phoebe hated girls and she was sadistic about it. Yet again, and you'd think this girl would have listened, I advised her not to get close to the cage. But Pheobe was no dope. She reached her arm out, doing her blower's cramp mouth gesture of, "ooh! ooh!" while grasping. Her eyes would be big and sweet and she'd look oh-so-innocent. The girl got a little closer and then Phoebe reached down into the girl's pocket where she fished around for whatever was in it. The girl was delighted and was laughing at Phoebe's charming antics and like every other victim, she moved a little closer. Doing that is Pheobe's cue. That's when she takes whatever she's gotten and drops it right on the floor just outside the cage. Naturally, anyone who doesn't know any better bends over and picks-up whatever was dropped. This girl moved to bend over and I told her not to do that and just as her mother thought I wasn't that stupid and began to reiterate what I said, Phoebe reached out, grabbed the girl's hat, and began shouting as she tried to pull the hat through the cage. The girl screamed again because there was an elastic chin strap on the hat and it was caught on her chin. Phoebe kept reaching for the girl's hair but didn't get it (thankfully). That angered Phoebe no end so she tried to bite the hat instead and tore a few chunks out of it before I was able to pull the hat away from her.
Needless to say, this girl elected not to attend to Millbrook. I actually hope she didn't get in. She was a bit too precious for the kind of school Millbrook is.