Travis was a chimpanzee adopted by two people, Sandra and Jerome. They raised him and treated him as if he were their child. Travis lived at their home, ate at a table with the family, rode in their car, watched tv, helped around the house. What Travis did one day can’t be summarized better than what Wikipedia wrote so I am quoting it here:
[Travis] in February 2009, mauled a friend of his owner in Stamford, Connecticut, blinding her while severing several body parts and severely lacerating her face.– Wikipedia
The woman that was attacked knew Travis well, was a family friend, visited often. I was thinking about it today. About how a single moment can change your life so dramatically.
I felt somewhat silly going to my friends’ place this afternoon to take a shower. Maybe I was being paranoid, I don’t know. My water heater has been acting weird lately, emitting a sort of gurgling noise. The previous water heater that was here blew up — like, literally exploded. The plumber who came to fix the sink one time told me a story of another water heater that blew up.
I wrote to the landlord to let her know that the water heater was malfunctioning, she wrote back “don’t worry, it won’t blow up”.
Maybe it won’t. I don’t know. But maybe it was my Travis moment, maybe I would have taken a bath, the water heater would have exploded, and I would have been blinded, or paralyzed, or dead.
Yesterday I found a new apartment. Tomorrow, I am moving.