Tracy, a lemur with a penchant for drama, went into her Monday with existential unease. She could not figure out if her chakras were blocked or it was the medication for a persistent fungus underneath her left toilet claw that threw her off. Whatever the reason, by 11 PM, Tracy was ready to slip back under her weighted blanket. Not only was someone posing as her on TokTik, but her new crystal windchimes seemed to call upon thousands of fire ants to congregate in the underwear she had drying on the French balcony of her third-floor apartment in Old Town.