And so he did that at Phoenix, and they were calling me, and he said, “My gosh, he’s vomiting, he’s vomiting, and then he’s gonna eat it. So we’ve been washing it all out of the …” I said, “No, wait, wait, that’s part of his physique, you know, part of his natural way of doing it”, so we got that straightened around, and then that gorilla totally hated me at Baltimore. I mean he just almost self-destruct trying to get to me through the bars to just get any part of me, and when we got to Phoenix, I went by to look at him the next morning, and I was his buddy. He came up to me, because I was at least one person he knew, even though I was a bastard in Baltimore, he was somebody I knew, and he was trying to socialize with me to get, so I fed him something, something he would’ve never let me do in Baltimore. So that was an interesting phenomenon. But the sad part of the story was that he died a few, a year or so later with the same Valley fever, because they had the open air exhibit, and Phoenix is in the lower Sonoran life zone where coccidioidomycosis, the spores blow, and it’s called Valley Fever, that many people have that live in the area, and it’s a mild flu but syndrome, but gorillas can get it and they’re very susceptible to it, and he died to it, and I think they now have some vaccines that they’re trying, that they’re using in their gorillas in that area. But that was kind of one of the animals I had something to do with at Baltimore.
