I suppose I would, if it were a rare and endangered monkey in my care in communist china; I'd probably rim any number of monkeys to keep my job. I wouldn't do it on my own initiative, though. It simply wouldn't occur to me as the first thing to do. I can't say whether I'd laugh in satisfaction when the monkey excreted a peanut either. Maybe I would; by the end of the first hour, I'd probably be quite delirious. PS. The funniest thing about this story is the facial expression on the monkey. It's clearly into it.
Odds are it will now associate the poison peanuts with sexual gratification. He should probably keep doing it every day, just to be safe.
I call shenanigans! The zoo keeper saved the monkey's life by accident. He just saw the monkey in his death throes and thought to himself, "if it were my last moments on Earth, this is how I'd want to go out," and thusly obliged the little beast.
Well if that's the case he'd better watch himself if he finds an elephant dying, he might get his whole head stuck.