Lots and lots of people have pet monkeys. It's a well known fact.
But I had a pet silverback gorilla.
His name was Fluffy, which seemed totally appropriate when he was just a baby.
Then he grew up. Pretty soon things got a little frightening.
After Paige and I started dating, Fluffy created a lot of tension for us. Eventually she would say things like, "I just feel like we're not alone when we're in your apartment," or "It's Fluffy or me," or "You do realize he could rip one of your arms off on accident, don't you?"
But I was very loyal to Fluffy until he did, in fact, rip a UPS man's arm off when Fluffy got to excited about a delivery.
That was the first and last time I had to admit to Paige that she was right and I was wrong. I'll never put myself in that position again. And I learned my lesson. Fluffy had to go so that I could forge a relationship in which I'm always right.