My mother told me a story about back in the 70s, when my mother had a pet monkey. I'm not even joking. Most likely a spider monkey. When she first got it, it totally psyched her out, since they say monkeys are our genetic cousins, they resemble us in alot of ways. It had tiny little hands. This actually scared my mother, because it was so like ours.. just itty bitty, and in alot of ways, it acted like a small child would. It really became attached to my mother, and no one else. In fact, it was frightenned of anyone BUT my mother. Eventually it passed away because of some mysterious illness that it attained.