A heartbreaking scene unfolded deep in the forest, where baby monkey Leo—small, playful, and full of life—suffered an unexpected and tragic attack. The source of that pain? His own mother, Libby.
No one knows exactly what caused Libby to snap. She had always been a quiet, protective mother, but something in her changed. Whether it was stress, illness, or internal tension within the troop, she lashed out one day without warning.
Leo, barely old enough to understand danger, reached for her as he always did—seeking comfort and closeness. But Libby struck him hard, knocking him to the ground. She bit and hit him in a terrifying burst of aggression. The tiny monkey screamed in fear and pain, but the attack continued until he collapsed.
Lying motionless in the dirt, Leo didn’t move. His tiny limbs were limp, his breathing shallow. He had fainted—his body overwhelmed by injury and fear. The troop around them froze. A few females rushed in, pulling Libby away. Some comforted her, others turned their attention to the unmoving baby.
Eventually, a kind older female gently picked up Leo and cradled him, licking his wounds and checking his tiny body for signs of life. Slowly—after what felt like forever—Leo stirred. He blinked, whimpered, and reached weakly for safety.
