So there were three monkeys (and maybe a fourth that was still an infant) who were residents of the resort, along with a regular zoo of other animals, including iguanas, deer, peacocks, and a native animal called a wadusa (or something like that). Anyway, if you left anything out on your balcony to dry, the monkeys would steal it. About three in the afternoon every day, they'd come down to the beach and grab anything that looked like a drink, including sunscreen bottles. Lots of people thought they were cute and would try to engage with them, but then the monkeys would do something like yank their hair. It could get quite turbulent, and my niece's husband was vowing to get a slingshot and go to war with the monkeys. It was actually all very entertaining, but there's something a little creepy about monkeys at the same time. Several times they stalked me going to or from my room, and they'd hiss at me in an aggressive way. Their little humanoid faces were kind of scary.
And that is my bad monkey report. Except for the humans, who are bad monkeys of another variety.
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Date: 2010-03-29 04:05 pm (UTC)And that is my bad monkey report. Except for the humans, who are bad monkeys of another variety.