Squirrel Monkeys by Mail

Do you remember ads such as this in 1960's comic books?:










I've always wondered what became of the monkeys and their owners. I assumed it was a scam of some sort, that customers would receive a voucher of adoption, cardboard monkey, rat with glued on tail or other such thing. But no:

it leapt up and grabbed onto the plumbing up on the ceiling and started using them like monkey bars, and he was just shooting along in the basement, chirping pretty loud. It was heading towards the finished side of the basement, where there was a drop ceiling, and if it got into those channels, I never would have got it. It would have been days to get this thing out of there. I grabbed it by its tail, and it came down on, starting literally up by my shoulder, like a drill press it landed on my arm, and every bite was breaking flesh. It was literally like an unsewing machine. It was literally unsewing my arm coming down, and I was pouring blood. I grabbed it by its neck with both my wrists, threw it back in the cage. It’s screaming like a scalded cat. I’m pouring blood. My friend’s laughing uncontrollably...

The rest of the story can be read here. I can only imagine the bloody and rabid consequences of the following ad from the same Hialeah Pets:












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