Monkey Business
This bloke had been visiting my house, every single day, for two weeks.
He'd hang himself on the gate of my doorstep and put his hands through the grilles to irritate my two dogs. He'd make faces at them. Why, there was once, he even made faces at me!
And then, he'd sit on the top of my car for hours, picking fleas and lice from his body. Sometimes he'd vandalise my car by trying to pluck out little fixtures from the body of the car.
Apparently, he has been swinging from house to house around my neighbourhood, vandalising and disturbing the peace. One of my neighbours' Chinese New Year decorations were all damaged by this brat.
It has been several days since he last visited. I'm not sure if he has been caught by the authorities. But I sure wouldn't be surprised if he turned up again.
There's something about my encounter with this little fellow that has quite shocked me: my first reaction at his initial appearance was fear. I mean, a gorilla like me fearing a little monkey like him?! Cummon!
Lesson: We fear what we don't know.
And I swear he wasn't afraid of me one bit.
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My heart goes out to you. We had two monkeys living from months to end in front of my house, which was laden with very old trees at that time. They got the garbage bag from the trash bin and threw the garbage all over the garden, scared the wits out of the cat, and created havoc. One day, I woke up in my room and saw a cheeky face peering at me from the ceiling. The little brats had entered the roof and made a hole in the ceiling. After several more holes, they came into my bedroom to pee and pooh. All the best!
Posted by charis | February 12, 2008 1:47 PM
Oh, and they entertained themselves by picking and throwing about everyone shoes in the neighbourhood. We had to go around our neighbours house hunting for our missing shoes :(
Posted by charis | February 12, 2008 1:50 PM