"Chartier and Joe were expecting again and I was dreading it. It was always the same. I would be awakened at midnight by the screams of terrified baby monkeys being forcefully rejected by their parents. I would leap out of bed and race into the monkey room, where I would carefully pry the babies' fingers from the cage wire, to which they were desperately clutching, or gingerly lift out the bodies of the ones who had been killed. When they survived the rejection, I rescued them. I warmed and cleaned them, and then I fed them, wrapped them in a soft furry cloth, and placed them on a heating...