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Three Meditations on a Gorilla Suit After Deciding to Throw it Away

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The day we got gorilla suits in at work, I had to try one on immediately. I guess that’s one of the reasons I’m good at my job. Some people wouldn’t understand the compulsion to put on a gorilla suit when fate presents one to you, but I absolutely had to.

The suits were “one size fits all,” so I threw one on and ran around the building. If you want to be creepy in a costume like that — which is really the point — you have to be completely silent and refuse to answer people’s questions. At first they laugh, then they smile, but soon they’re nervous and contemplating the nearest route to safety.

As usual, one size fits all turned out to not apply to me. My overly long mid-section stretched the costume to its fullest and as I reached up to mime picking a banana, the crotch ripped out.

I broke it, I bought it. After applying our generous employee discount, I was now the owner of a gorilla costume. In my eyes, this was far from a tragedy.


My wife and I have game that we play with one another. We don’t have a name for it, but the general idea is to not acknowledge that the other person is doing something strange. If, for instance, my wife were to put on a Tammy Wynette wig and greet me at the door with a big kiss, if I laugh or ask her about it, I lose. No reaction, no matter what, is the only way to win. The only other rule is that you have to continue the behavior until the other person acknowledges it. So, if you don’t smile or laugh, the other person has to continue looking like an idiot until you let them off the hook.

This is an amazing game and I recommend it.

So, that night, I waited for her car to pull into the parking garage and then slipped into the gorilla suit. My pug, Roscoe, looked at me startled for a moment, but as soon as he saw me move in the suit, he knew it was me. In fact, even my moving around in a gorilla-like manner and reaching out for him only resulted in a slight tail wag.

When my wife walked in the door I was in the gorilla suit watching TV with Roscoe on my lap and a remote control in my hand. No reaction except her usual greeting.

I got up and hugged her. She chatted with me as if nothing different.

Gorilla suits, actually character costumes of all kinds, are like mobile fur-covered Native American sweat lodges. At first you smile at the discomfort, but after a few minutes, you start having hallucinations from the heat. It’s basically like that desert scene in Oliver Stone’s movie about The Doors. In fact, I’m convinced that Jim Morrison’s tight leather pants probably caused him to hallucinate even when he wasn’t taking other drugs. In any case, I was in there, hot as hell, convinced that my wife wasn’t going to win this one.

I am the gorilla king, I can do anything.

My wife started cooking dinner and I went into the kitchen to talk to her. The heat from the oven made it even worse and I could feel myself getting dizzy. She had been home less than an hour and I was about to break and give her the win. I was weak.

My hand went up toward my head to pull off the rubber mask with its tiny nostril air holes, when she took pity on me.

“I see you got a new product in at work. Did you buy it or borrow it.”

She didn’t smile, just tilted her head and tapped her foot.

The mask was off so fast that I caught myself mid-breath and ended up gasping in the cool air like a drowning swimmer surfacing for the last time.


My family rented a vacation house in the San Juan Islands one summer. It was in the woods, not tremendously remote, but the closest house was about a quarter mile away.

My wife and I had secretly brought the gorilla suit with us and kept it hidden. We also peppered the conversation over a couple of days with mentions that in the Pacific Northwest we were in Bigfoot country. Telling everyone they should keep their eyes open.

One night, during the first episode of Who Wants to be a Millionaire, I snuck away. I grabbed the gorilla suit and ran to the bushes outside. At the appointed time, my wife called everyone over to the porch claiming that she had seen something in the distance. Something hairy.

I shook branches, but didn’t come out right away. I figured the more mysterious it was, the more their imaginations would run away.

I heard my sister say, “I see it over there; it’s some kind of animal!”

I ran across the field, getting closer to them as I swept from bush to bush. Never letting them get a clear look at me. One of my sisters ran inside to hide or, she later claimed, to look for the phone. My father snapped pictures as quick as could.

I heard a scream and decided to let them off the hook, pulling off the mask. They all laughed. I was now down in the annals of family practical joke history.

None of my father’s pictures turned out. He was moving too quickly and the camera shaking couple with me running meant that there was nothing on any of the pictures worth keeping.

Everyone acknowledged that they had been tricked except my mom. She said, “I thought it was one of the neighbors dressed up in a costume and running toward the house. If it had been some crazy guy who lived on an island in the woods wearing a gorilla costume and menacing tourists, it would have been much scarier than if it were Bigfoot.”

I couldn’t argue with that.


Years later, I was cleaning out my closet, sorting clothes into bags for donation, dry cleaning or garbage. I couldn’t decide whether or not to keep the gorilla suit, so I set it off the side.

The next morning I set a few bags down for the collection truck and took a few more into the dry cleaners.

When I got home from work that night, I found a bag of my dry cleaning. I would have sworn that I had picked it all up, but there it was. That was when I realized that I had dropped off the gorilla suit.

My dry cleaner is Korean and his English is patchy. He had told me before that he liked me for two reasons. I always knew exactly what I had when I brought it in and didn’t make him count it and I paid in cash. That will give you a pretty clear picture of our relationship from his perspective.

I called him on the phone and said, “Hello, this is David Wahl. I think I made a mistake when I dropped off my clothes this morning.”

He started laughing really loud, “You played a joke on me! I opened the bag and screamed. I looked around for the cameras to see if I was on TV.”

“It was just an accident, I didn’t mean to -”

“You are a funny man! So funny.”

When I went to pick it up, he had the whole staff come up and laugh. I think it must have been the most exciting thing that ever happened in the shop except for the time they were robbed.

Now whenever I take my clothes in and he’s at the counter, he makes a big deal out of looking in the back as if he expects a cobra to leap out and bite him on the face. Then he smiles at me and points to let me know that I won’t be tricking him again.

“You are so funny, I never know what to expect from you.”


I am now deciding once again if I should throw the suit away. It is ten years old, tattered and dirty; it even has twigs still knotted in the fur from my run in the woods. It’s hard not to feel that its purpose has been fulfilled — that all the meaning that one could wring out of a gorilla suit has been wrung.

Part of me wants to take it to the bus stop down the street late at night and set it up as if it were waiting for the bus. Or, to abandon it in the park as if someone stripped it off quickly and left its pieces in a trail to a cliff. Or, leave it hanging in the closet for our next tenant to wonder who would own a gorilla suit and then forget it. Even if it’s done for me, perhaps the time has come to release the suit’s power onto the world and let it become a prop in the story of the life of someone else.

If you see a homeless man in Seattle dressed as a gorilla, think of me.

David Wahl

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  1. Absolutely fantastic!

  2. Great piece. I have a gorilla suit which I hate putting on. I usually try to sucker other people to wear it at certain events. I notice that when you run into a crowded bar in a gorilla suit people want to beat you up!

    This is something I wrote about my duck suit job:



  3. Awesome story, Dave! Thanks for the comment. If you ever want to write for us, even to recycle some articles, email editor at accoutrements dot com.

  4. I already loved David Wahl, but now I love his drycleaner too.

  5. Gorilla suits are like tuxedos, you keep them not because you wear them a lot but because there are always a few times in life when nothing else will do. Great piece.

  6. David, Even if you get rid of the Gorilla Suit it will remain, like Elton John in his Louis the XIV period, forever part of you. I say keep it(perhaps in one of those “As Seen On TV” bags that you suck the air out of with a vacuum cleaner)and when Paul Allen wants to set up his Archie Museum it can take pride of place next to the photo of Nai in the Mandrill mask & Giant Feet and a case of moldering Brown Clay Babies….

  7. part 3 was my favorite! when I was in jr. high school i had a gorilla suit for a halloween costume. after halloween had passed i continued to wear it. i wore it almost every day until it started to come apart at the seems :( i miss that thing!!

  8. I thought maybe this article would go a weird furry-Penthouse way, just a little disappointed it didn’t.

    I bought a gorilla suit and turned it into a chupacabra and had a friend attack my law firm one Halloween. Fabulous memory, we even had people believing the monster escaped via the ceiling vents (he hid in a cabinet). I cannot part with the costume.

    So I say: Keep the suit! Keep the suit! Keep the suit!

  9. I was not expecting such a thoughtful and meditative piece on a gorilla suit. Excellent stuff. It has been a long-standing wish of my dad’s to own a really realistic-looking gorilla suit– I’ve looked into buying one, but he is like 6’10, and can you imagine how sad he would be if he finally got one and it was way too small?

    For the record, if you don’t keep it, I like the idea of leaving it in the closet of the house when you move out. Maybe the next time you’re in a hotel room overnight, leave it crumpled up on the bathroom floor next to the shower?

  10. Twelve shades of awesomeness, David. I have always wanted a gorilla suit. They are the most ridiculous costumes on the planet.

    Years ago I filmed a comedy video with my old group, in which animal rights activists free a captive gorilla from a lab. The gorilla attacks them and rips off their arms, then sprints down the street (you could see its tennis shoes) and runs amock in Westlake Center, stopping only to buy a hotdog on a stick.

    The funny thing is that most of the shoppers at Westlake just ignored the man running around in the gorilla suit. They purposely averted their gazes.

  11. Hey, here’s a *free* gorilla suit on Craigs List.


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