Here’s a great story. One of my brethren, a gorilla named Alfred, managed to escape from the Bristol City Museum more than 50 years ago and got to spend a few days hanging out with college students. Apparently he did a bit too much partying and eventually was admitted to the university’s health center. His days of reveling stayed secret for 50 years—as all gorillas know, what happens in Bristol stays in Bristol. His escapade was only revealed after his college student buddies passed away. Makes me wonder how many other times he “escaped” without being noticed by the museum curators. Was he invisible or something?!