now just follow me - I will show you
As mentioned before, the monkeys from the roof are fast becoming kitchen monkeys. Our recent show of force has apparently had no effect at all. Yesterday, I was watching something on the TV and looked up to see four or five monkeys sitting on the table having cased the empty kitchen. They were so quiet. I jumped up and said something like "oh no you guys. WhaddoyouthinkyouRdoing? out out!"
not itchy feet
They left softly and empty handed. All but one - the big male with the blue dangly bits. He decided to linger a little longer and ducked into the studio to hide behind the sofa. Hoo boy. Fortunately I have become more vigilant about putting food away and out of sight so there was no contraband in sight. Getting him out of the studio entailed (no pun intended) opening the front doors wide, then stepping back into the kitchen and around outside the windows, so that he could leave with the least amount of damage to property, and the most amount of dignity for him.
They have discovered that they can enter the ceiling via the laundry room. This is proving to be a great hiding place for raids. However there is a high risk of getting trapped in the house when all the doors are closed.
through the window
The first time someone was caught like this, the house was dead quiet after a monkey raid. We closed all the doors but the monkeys kept hanging around outside staring in the windows. Sometime later i found some nasty brown monkey 'drops' on the kitchen floor, and by the bathroom. Ahha! hide and seek began. The outside monkeys watched me accusingly through the glass as if to say "what have you done with him?" Eventually he was located peering down from the ceiling, and an exit route was arranged for him to leave quietly. The troop left as soon as he was out.
those bumps in their cheeks are food stashes
or butter that will not melt in there
Next time, it was that female monkey that was caught inside. She is more forward and aggressive. There were no monkey faces watching anxiously through the windows for her. This time the troop left without her. When she finally took the exit route, she was all alone in the world. I thought this might teach her something, but apparently not.
We do love them - its just a matter of boundaries and who cleans up. Maybe they got butter on their paws sometime?