We have what you would call, a monkey infestation…they come when you are least expecting it and raid gardens, houses and kitchens while you hover petrified in your room…at least that’s what happens at other people houses...
At our home we are well equipped with anti-monkey apparel – namely: Fish tank gravel, some small stones, a knobkerrie (walking stick) and a school whistle. You see, monkeys are clever little imps and if you make your home an uncomfortable place to be then they will eventually start finding lesser prepared individuals to unleash their impish destructiveness upon…
This is how it usually goes…we hear a screeching monkey or hear the sound of rubbish bin lids clashing to the floor followed by the bellowing of our miniature Maltese/French and the psychotic screams of our fox terrier as they scramble to “catch-a-monkeys!”
My husband usually follows onto our porch running like a warrior with his wooden knobkerrie and a pocketful of gravel – the monkeys know him by now, and usually head off in every direction climbing trees, bushes, walls, flinging themselves into fresh air only to come crashing down into the nature reserve next door. He then slings a hand full of the small gravel at the wall or at a tree – the sound of the gravel frightens them and they disappear like smoke. We’ve had some really great laughs.
The Juvie (teen) monkeys are the best, they are so lanky and still don’t have any courage – they follow the whole monkey-see monkey-do adage and follow such predictable patterns of escape that if we were not law abiding citizens we could probably get rid of the lot in an hour of pot shooting!
The mothers and babies are sweet but possibly the most dangerous – mom’s don’t even think to attack if their young are in danger.
The big males are the most annoying, they think themselves to be gods of a sort and parade around looking back over their shoulders as though we are riffraff! I’ve found that the only way for me to get rid of them is to blow my whistle – the sound is very shrill and they don’t like the noise. If I try to throw things at them or run with the knobkerrie then they chase me!
So anyway, for now when they arrive in legions (usually when my husband is just gone out – don’t tell me they don’t watch us!) I just shut all the windows and blow my whistle at them from the back door. They must think I’m one hell’uv’a soprano ;)
Oh yes, and it's only two weeks to go till we have our second ultrasound - very excited to see our little bean again - hopefully it wont be sleeping this time :)
For now,
Sands xx
At our home we are well equipped with anti-monkey apparel – namely: Fish tank gravel, some small stones, a knobkerrie (walking stick) and a school whistle. You see, monkeys are clever little imps and if you make your home an uncomfortable place to be then they will eventually start finding lesser prepared individuals to unleash their impish destructiveness upon…
This is how it usually goes…we hear a screeching monkey or hear the sound of rubbish bin lids clashing to the floor followed by the bellowing of our miniature Maltese/French and the psychotic screams of our fox terrier as they scramble to “catch-a-monkeys!”
My husband usually follows onto our porch running like a warrior with his wooden knobkerrie and a pocketful of gravel – the monkeys know him by now, and usually head off in every direction climbing trees, bushes, walls, flinging themselves into fresh air only to come crashing down into the nature reserve next door. He then slings a hand full of the small gravel at the wall or at a tree – the sound of the gravel frightens them and they disappear like smoke. We’ve had some really great laughs.
The Juvie (teen) monkeys are the best, they are so lanky and still don’t have any courage – they follow the whole monkey-see monkey-do adage and follow such predictable patterns of escape that if we were not law abiding citizens we could probably get rid of the lot in an hour of pot shooting!
The mothers and babies are sweet but possibly the most dangerous – mom’s don’t even think to attack if their young are in danger.
The big males are the most annoying, they think themselves to be gods of a sort and parade around looking back over their shoulders as though we are riffraff! I’ve found that the only way for me to get rid of them is to blow my whistle – the sound is very shrill and they don’t like the noise. If I try to throw things at them or run with the knobkerrie then they chase me!
So anyway, for now when they arrive in legions (usually when my husband is just gone out – don’t tell me they don’t watch us!) I just shut all the windows and blow my whistle at them from the back door. They must think I’m one hell’uv’a soprano ;)
Oh yes, and it's only two weeks to go till we have our second ultrasound - very excited to see our little bean again - hopefully it wont be sleeping this time :)
For now,
Sands xx
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