Trampled to death by orangutans. What a silly way to die. Imagine how I would tell what happened to my daughter. It would make a good bedtime story, full of humor and silly elements. It would have to begin with “It was a dark, stormy night”. Yeah, that has a nice ring to it, full of mysterious possibilities. I would begin, with my voice all low and scary, “It was a dark stormy night when I found out I was being chased by something. Having legs shaking, I went through bushes and jumped over the stomps. Suddenly, I felt a chill and turned around. I-“ “Mommy mommy! I want to be in the story too!” I can just imagine my little girl jumping up and down, wanting to be a part of the story I was telling. “Okay. Let me continue!” “I plunged my hand inside my bag and whipped out my ultimate weapon. The pepper spray. Few seconds later, I heard a scream of pain.” “It was a little girl!” “Yes indeed, it was a little girl who looked just like the little girl si