I’ve got as many odd quirks as anybody, but one of my less detrimental ones is a total obsession with monkeys.It started when I was a baby, and was fueled by my mom, an antique dealer who regularly brought home every monkey knick-knack she could find. My bedroom back in New York is filled to the ceiling with hundreds of 'em.
Yesterday, I almost suffered an aneurysm on set when I got to meet Crystal, a Capuchin monkey. That’s her, above, and she is super trained and super sweet. I even shook her tiny hand (FYI– monkey paws: cold and leathery.)
Forget about Kevin Bacon. I am now one degree of separation from Crystal the Monkey.
