When things actually feel like they are could be settling down here, we get surprised by something crazy. For instance, last weekend while we were at a TGIF party, and our downstairs neighbor, Jamie calls us. On the phone he is making hooting and barking noises and proceeds to tell us that there are monkeys in our kitchen! At first I thought he was kidding (since, after all he was making hooting and barking noises in between sentences) but he quickly convinced us to come home. Evidently the hoots and barks were aimed at scaring off the monkeys. We rushed back and armed ourselves with a pair of plastic baseball bats and met Jamie in the hallway carrying a cricket mallet in one hand and a squirt gun in the other.
We busted through the door to the apartment banging on the walls with our bats… we frighten the monkeys out of the apartment and walked in
on the huge mess in the kitchen. The moneys broke in through an unlatched window in the pantry then opened the sliding door to the kitchen. They upended our trashcans and ate all our food (which we had just purchased the other day). Outside the window to the kitchen we could see literally FAMILIES of monkeys that had gathered… they obviously passed the work that there was a party at the Inskeep’s. The monkeys also happened open up a bottle of bleach in the pantry and dumped it out on the floor. At least we had something to disinfect the place with when we cleaned
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