MONKEYS!

Yes, monkeys, monkeys everywhere.

At our AirBnb at Diani Beach, when the monkeys started coming out to greet us, we thought they were so cute. Just adorable.

I took way too many pictures of them.

Once we were lulled into a false sense of security, they quickly turned on us. They had one goal and one goal only – to eat all of our food.

They got Denise first. We were all sitting on the veranda, talking and watching the monkeys. Denise was eating chips and videoing the monkeys, telling them that they were not going to get her chips. The little Cretans had it all planned. While one of the bigger ones was distracting her, two others attacked. The bowl and the chips flew all over. Somehow the bowl didn’t break, but the chips were gone, just like that. Like the turkey in the movie “A Christmas Story”. 

The next morning, Val was going to make French toast for breakfast. I don’t know what Denise and I were doing, but we weren’t paying attention. One of those bastard monkeys snuck into the kitchen and took the entire load of bread off the kitchen counter, within a foot of Val, and disappeared with it. I ran outside to look for the bread, but found nothing but monkeys with their mouths full, looking quite satisfied with themselves.

The next day, Val and Denise had taken a walk up the beach, while I stayed behind to lay out in the sun. I closed the doors when laying around, but then I got up to rinse out some of the clothes we had bought that morning and opened the doors to hang them on the line on the side of the house.

When I came back in, the bowl of fruit we had on the dining room table was empty. I saw a tail disappearing out the door. All that was left was one lone orange rolling on the floor. They got at least five pieces of fruit, including a hefty pomegranate.

The resident primates ate well that week.