It is always the smell I remember. Opening the back kitchen door lets loose a wave of gorilla – a thick deep musky odor that seems to envelop me as I unlock the door to let myself in. The aroma rolls out the backdoor, dissipating in the early morning cool. By end of day I will smell like a gorilla, their perfume clinging to my clothes, my hair, my skin. The gorillas hear me: the click of the huge padlock opening alerts them that I am here and another day has begun. I hear th