My dad was on the Boston Fire Department for a little over 35 years. For 13 of those years, he worked at a fire station in Dorchester. In Dorchester, there is a zoo. The Franklin Park Zoo. One morning in late September, they get a call to the Franklin Park Zoo for a young girl mauled by a gorilla.
This is the sort of call they’d get all the time. Gorilla jumps at the glass, kid gets scared, parents panic and call 911.
So they hop in the truck and ride on over. It’s one of those kinda foggy early fall mornings as they walk into the zoo. A couple of the other firefighters start walking into the zoo as my dad notices a man sitting on a bench holding a little girl in his arms. Assuming this is what the call is for, he walks over to the man. The little girl has a scrape on her forehead and she’s crying but is otherwise fine. The man looks like he just saw a ghost. So my dad asks the guy what’s going on.
The man just says, “Little Joe is out.”
My dad says, “What does that mean?”
The man just repeats “Little Joe is out.”
So my dad says, “Who the hell is Little Joe?”
Little Joe is a 500lb adolescent male silverback gorilla. Loose in the streets of Boston. It’s right about now that my dad realizes that he’s not exactly qualified to handle a gorilla, but he doesn’t know who to call, so he calls everyone.
Two minutes later the fire chief shows up, not knowing what the call was about yet and, jumps out of his car saying “Mark, Mark, is this about a F***ING gorilla!?”
My dad says “Yeah, but how’d you hear that?”
The chief says “He’s standing at the bus stop on Seaver Street!”
Now the SWAT team shows up, hats on backwards, M16s in hand and my dad, being the smarta** he is, looks at the sergeant and says “Hey, I don’t think this thing is armed!”
He caught a bit of flak for that later on.
Animal control and the SWAT team worked together to take down Little Joe. It took 14 tranquilizer darts before he finally went unconscious.
Little Joe is still alive and well at the Franklin Park Zoo.
Bidiggity