Still, airless late summer nights lend themselves to thoughts, and late night thoughts are often the ones that you shouldn't dwell upon. for instance, a passing thought on this silent and nearly stifling summer evening is "whatever happened to Bubbles The Chimp"? He was there, and then he was not. The silence surrounding the transition certainly belies what is likely a terrifying truth -- from a cancer reasearch center he came, and perhaps to a cancer research center he was dispatched.
Whatever the fate of Bubbles (and it is all merely conjecture), it is certainly no less horrifying or heartbreaking than the fate of Nim Chimpsky. No need to get into a lengthy diatribe on the ethics of animal research, and merely let that account speak for itself.
Photo by Herbert Terrace
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