I'm sorry, but this chimp from an SF Gate story today about house boats on Mission Creek FREAKS ME OUT. I'm pretty sure that it comes alive at night, rummages through the boat's fridge (only to find out my delicious eyes are not in the crisper), then it hops off the house boat in search of me and my ocular truffles. I guess I'll have to be extra careful walking around SoMa tonight.
Stay away, evil chimp. You can't have my eyes!!