It’s one of those rules that seems too obvious to have to be stated. To be fair, George is learning the ropes here at Chimpanzee Sanctuary Northwest faster than we could have imagined. But recent events made clear that we omitted at least one important rule from his freshman orientation: Never throw a carrot at the USDA inspector.
While touring Jamie’s side of the building during a routine annual inspection for our Class C License, we were subject to a surprise aerial bombardment from the direction of the Bray.
We can at least be grateful for two things: One, while George has quite the arm, he has more work to do before he’s consistently hitting targets in the 20- to 30-yard range. And two, our inspector was gracious about it and didn’t hold it against us, judging from our clean inspection report.
Next time, George, save those carrots for the staff and volunteers, or even the occasional visitor if you have to. Just leave the folks in uniform alone. We’ve got a reputation to uphold.
