My Dad worshiped gorillas. He swore he was one in a past life. He’d take us to the National Zoo in DC when we were kids and he’d just sit there and watch them while Mom took us to the exhibits. I think he was communing with them or something. It was almost freaky. I think if he were alive he’d seriously be in mourning today over Harambe. Then he’d hunt down this careless, brainless so called mother who allowed her child to breach several barriers and enter Harambe’s habitat, and tell her what an idiot she is!!!!! RIP beautiful beast. Humans can’t hurt you anymore.