As a youngster, I distinctly remember my parents and I driving several hours to spend Easter with my cousins. During that family visit, my uncle treated us to a visit to the Brookfield Zoo in Chicago, Illinois. As we meandered around to visit the primates, I distinctly remember watching a gorilla pick up and throw his feces toward the crowd standing outside their cage. An attractively dressed lady with her family was the recipient of the gorilla’s target. . . on her pink outfit. It was shocking, and to a twelve-year old, I thought it funny at the time. Today, I wouldn’t feel the same.