I was walking home mid morning a couple of weeks ago and I found a monkey.

People in the building next door had been moving out- their mover-guys did the whole construction worker cat-call deal when I walked out earlier that morning- but the moving van was gone as I struggled back up the 3% grade. On the sidewalk, there were little bits of ceramic scattered all around and sitting mournfully looking out onto the street where his former family had departed was my monkey.

He is split in half in the middle, (although he fits right back together perfectly) and he's missing a toe and an ear, but now he's got a new home, sitting on my dining table. He's awaiting deployment for some future task, but for now he's happily watching over the household, keeping the cat off the table.