Monday, 6 August 2012
more monkey trouble
In all the years we've lived in our little cottage, come rain or shine, the lounge door to the garden always stays open- not anymore, the marauding young male baboon visits daily, hoping to get lucky.
His tally in the first unsuspecting week- 1 pizza, 10 bananas, a box of ouma's breakfast rusks, half a packet of raisins (not to his fancy), 1 pkt of crumpets, 3 avocados, 2 naartjies, 1 ciabatta bread,1 wholewheat bread and half a sweet potato- to be fair it was a little old.
But wait, there's more- the little marauder has learnt a new skill since last week, he's figured out how door handles work, so we are not only shut up, but also locked down.
I'm having a recurring nightmare that I slip into the garden for garnish and return to find Mr Baboon enjoying my client's catering.
This is another young male in a hurry after the Baboon monitors chase him with a paintball gun.
Their population has grown and their territory has been encroached, the mountain in now full of vineyards, add to that a neighbourhood with fruit trees and garbage bins- we've got trouble.