My friend and longtime collaborator Carrie McLaren, who I’ve been working with since the ’90s ‘zine boom, has a new physical ‘zine she’s writing and publishing called Ape Shit, which focuses on, you know, monkeys and apes and non-human primates, and how we humans interact with them. It’s interesting stuff, and I’m excited to help out with the next issue by writing about Ham, the first chimpanzee in space.
I actually met Ham when I was a kid, at the Asheboro Zoo in North Carolina. I think he’s the only astronaut I’ve actually met? Definitely the most hirsute.
While researching the article about Ham for the ‘zine, I happened to find some old NASA documents that answered some questions I’ve always had about the two Great Ape-but-non-human-crewed Mercury flights, Ham’s suborbital flight, and fellow chimp Enos’ orbital one. Specifically, the questions answered were What Did Those Chimps Actually Do On Those Flights? and What, If Anything, Was Up Their Asses? And since at least one of these questions is relevant to a subject we do cover here, space travel, I think I can talk about it here in Cold Start.
Here’s a good video about Ham’s flight, if you’re curious, though it doesn’t address specifically what he did or what was up his ass:
Okay, let’s get these questions answered, starting with the one you likely find the most important: the rectal one.
You see, one of the ways that Ham was a more badass astronaut than the humans that followed him is that he did everything he did with an eight-inch metal temperature probe shoved up his ass. How well can you do anything with a metal rod up your ass?

Other smaller probes were considered, but it was found that animal subjects tended to “extrude” the smaller probes.
I tell you this so you’ll be sure to put some respect in your tone the next time you bring up Ham or Enos or any chimp astronaut. They did much the same things their human astronaut colleagues did, but with that thing up their butts and without the benefit of having any idea of what the hell was going on.
So what did they do while they were up in space? The whole goal was to see if a close-to-human organism could perform actual tasks while in the environment of a capsule in space, so they needed things for these chimps to do. I’d always heard that they did some kind of lever-pulling tasks, rewarded with banana pellets if they did well, and given electric shocks if not, but I had no idea just what that actually looked like. Now I know, thanks to a 1963 NASA report titled Results of the Project Mercury Ballistic and Orbital Chimpanzee Flights.

Ham’s console was simpler, as he was only on a shorter, 16-minute suborbital flight. It consisted of two levers and three lights. The tasks were about having Ham pull a lever in response to those lights. The left lever had a blue light which would come on intermittently, and when that light came on, Ham would need to pull the lever. If he did it right, the white central light illuminated. If not, he got a shock to the soles of his feet!
The red light on the right would light every 20 seconds and require a lever pull each time, so we had one more random task demand, and one regular. Ham’s console was all stick and no carrot, though, with no reward beyond that white light illuminating.

Enos’ console was more complex, which made sense, as his flight was longer. By the way, I should address the persistent rumor that Enos was nicknamed “Enos the Penis” because he would jerk off nonstop; Mary Roach, in her excellent book Packing for Mars, dispelled this rumor and revealed that Enos had that nickname because he was, well, kind of a dick.
Dick or no, Enos’ console did have a reward system, dispensing banana pellets or a drink for correct answers, though the shock to the feet was still an option as well.
Enos’ console had three levers and three little simple displays/lights and had multiple “programs” that the chimp-astronaut had to interact with.

These programs were more involved than I ever realized! One involved a blue light coming on every 15 seconds, requiring a lever pull to inhibit getting a shock; another would deliver a drink if a lever was pressed only after exactly 20 seconds had elapsed; one illuminated a yellow light and required a lever to be pressed 50 freaking times to get a banana pellet; the most complex program used the three small displays to display three symbols, two of which would be the same, and one different. Enos had to push the lever of the odd symbol out, or he would get a shock.
That’s more than just pushing a lever under a light! These would be tricky for a disoriented human with an 8-inch probe up their ass!

Ham’s flight was not easy by any stretch; malfunctions caused him to be unfairly shocked, and he experienced up to 17g of force! Ham was a badass astronaut, and deserves to be treated with as much respect as any of the Mercury 7, and I’ll defend that with my monkey-sized fists if I have to!
Top graphic images: NASA









I think they devised Enos’s tasks to maximize the electrical shocks he received. Based on my memory of reading Packing for Mars, he deserved it.
Story time!
I used to work with a Russian engineer who always said “I used to work for KGB, now I work for ABB” and we were never sure if he was joking or not. But anyways, one day after work we’re talking about the space race and he mentions that Russians put the first earthling into space and I joked that they only put dogs in space while we put chimps in space. [No disprespect to Laika and her colleagues.] Anyways he responds that they didn’t have any chimps, only dogs and bears and the bear wouldn’t fit. This immediately gave me the mental image of a bear in a shiny silver space suit that’s 3 sizes too small and he’s been crammed into a capsule that’s way too tight and he’s pushing buttons and pulling levers but he doesn’t understand any of it so he’s roaring in frustration and probably fear. Seriously, this could be made into a movie of some sort.
After the Kelly Clarkson mechanical bird article I was waiting for the content on this site to get back to normal.
And I’m proud to say it has.
I am gratified to say that unlike Laika, the first animal launched into space, Ham survived and lived out his life in comparative peace and quiet. And, fittingly, he has a marker on his grave at the Museum of Space History in New Mexico.
As soon as Torch mentioned the probe and electric shock being dispensed, I was pretty sure the probe was going to be used for said shocks.
I’m glad I was wrong.
“he did everything he did with an eight-inch metal temperature probe shoved up his ass. How well can you do anything with a metal rod up your ass?”
Even so he is smiling in all the photos. I think he was into it.
Something I love about this site is that I can tell by the title of an article who wrote it.
Do I have a story for you! I was a big cyclist in the 90s and I participated in studies for the Human Performance Lab at my college. One study was on heat exhaustion, so I shoved a (flexible) thermometer up my ass and another up my nose and down into my esophagus, then got on a bike and did sprint intervals in a 90+ degree room.
The exercise was so painful I forgot all about the ass probe.
I could have been an astronaut.
Between you, DT, Mercedes, and everyone else, i have a lot of weird shit on my autopian bingo card.
Monkey butt stuff was not one of them.
I was going to ask whether this meant your fists were the size of monkeys or the size of monkey fists, but I realized that’s not nearly enough information. I need to know what kind of monkey your fists are being compared to. A squirrel monkey and a mandrill are very different sizes. I guess you could have fists the size of a squirrel monkey and maybe they’d be the size of a mandrill fist.
So Karl Pilkington was correct when he said there was a banana dispenser and left and right controls for the monkeys. If we can make it to the moon we certainly can create a banana dispenser on board the rocket
…find out next time on, “Hams! In! Spaaaaace!!!”
Thus, the first step toward a Planet of the Apes was taken.
“Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the star chimp Ham. His mission: to chase colored lights and levers to keep from getting the living crap shocked out of him, to survive a sudden 17X weight gain, to seek out the SOBs back home that did this to him, to boldly remove that damned probe put where no man has gone before.”
Tom Wolfe’s “The Right Stuff” has a fantastic description of Ham’s training and subsequent flight. Wolfe really channels how it would feel if you were a chimp being shot into space in a metal tube.
Why do I think there is a new judges punishment coming to the next LeMons?
As long as there are no anal probes involved…
Too late.