This monkey lives in a constant state of sanitized paranoia. Its fur is impeccably groomed — not for vanity, but for hygiene. It refuses to swing from vines
unless they’re freshly dew-washed and inspects every branch for bird droppings before sitting. Social grooming? Out of the question — way too much risk of microbial transfer.
Instead of foraging like the others, it hoards pre-washed fruit and insists on dipping bananas in purified stream water before peeling. Mud? Disaster. Fleas? A personal crisis. It carries a leaf as a makeshift wet wipe, avoids touching its own face, and has developed a highly judgmental stare for its messier troop mates.
While other monkeys playfully wrestle and tumble, the germaphobe monkey backs away, muttering shrill warning noises that sound suspiciously like “ew ew ew.”
