I just really enjoy reading a Joyce Wadler story in the Times, always each more charming than the last. This newest one is a little thing about terrible summer houseguests. (I also enjoy saying this because I know there are people inside the Times who find her infuriating. They are wrong!) Anyway: adorable. And I like that at least one commenter found it within himself to offer the oldest-fashioned blowback: "It's August. Someone has run out of material. Seriously, how did this get past the editors?" You, commenter, have no joie de vivre! You have no esprit de corps! You are boring me, get off my Internet!

"Hers is a face you remember, and so it is that Harry Raven, now 82, easily spots his old bête noire, Meshie – in a glass case at the American Museum of Natural History in Manhattan, even if her only identification is a sign that says 'Chimpanzee troglodytes.'" Here is a great and crazy story from Joyce Wadler of the New York Times about a man who was forced to grow up with a chimpanzee in the family.