The same week the monkeys got into our house, we found out they also got into Joe and Nancy’s managing to get a mango. Then they also got into Mahendra's (our landlord) There they got eggs and fruit. Not good. We’re an easy source of food.
Neither of us had seen the monkeys early in the week so we were hoping that they had moved on to better places. We weren’t so lucky. Thursday afternoon I chased a monkey out of the house. The good news is that he didn’t get anything. But he didn’t seem to be frightened of us. I took this picture of him sitting on the kitchen window ledge staring right at me. Our noses were less than 2 feet apart. The outside faucet is on the pipes that come into my sink. They have learned to climb up those pipes and scramble right in the window.
John decided to declare war on them. His sister Nancy had given him a slingshot for Christmas a couple of years ago. He got it out and got some ammunition (rocks) out of the driveways. He got off a couple of good shots at them, but also got his hand a couple of times.
Saturday morning I heard noise in the kitchen. Twice during the day John ran outside to drive them away. Every time we hear noise in the kitchen, we dash in thinking it might be monkeys. Who is going to win this war?
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