So I guess I would have to say that Bushman was a animal that was an important part of my early life. I can look back on night calls to the Old Monkey House two, three in the morning that I’d have to go there to look at some sick creature. And invariably, when I unlocked the doors to the building and walked in, I was always thinking of it, Bushman’s out there somewhere waiting for me. Happily, it never happened, but it was part of my imaginary makeup, I thought, “You know, he’s just big enough and strong enough, “and the place is old enough “that someday he’ll just walk out of there.” And so he was very much on my mind in various ways and various times. I think I’ve even mentioned to people that he’s one of the few animals, if not the only animal that I can recall that I ever dreamed about of the collection at Lincoln Park. And so that’s kind of my recollection of Bushman. Did you have any dangerous situations, you mentioned, you thought one day he might get out.
