[ The hooks so far have escaped Horace's notice, and continue to do so. He's staring up at the trees again, his expression so intent that it's almost comical. ]

I had a run-in with a raccoon once. Wasn't pretty. But if it's a monkey it might just be tame. I'd rather run into a tame monkey than rabid Squirelzilla.

[ Either way they should definitely call Animal Control, but Horace sometimes forgets the obvious. Instead he winds up thinking: ]

If it's rabid I sure can't go get my gun and bring it to a public park, though... and it might run off in the meanwhile.