No, I'm not talking about the demise of our much beloved Green Monkey Music Project, but I am talking about mayhem created by real monkeys. Although this sort of news is usually covered by Bubs over at the Compound, I couldn't resist. Admittedly, it is a tragic story, but I couldn't let go of the images this one brings to mind.
Apparently, according to a news report, the deputy mayor of New Delhi was hanging out on his balcony reading, when he was attacked by a marauding gang of monkeys. A struggle ensued and the poor man fell to his death. The monkeys are becoming a real problem in New Delhi, where Hindus regard them as sacred.
Lulu's description of the American Club in Dhaka included reports of monkeys in the trees. She has asked me to come visit her. We've talked about going to New Delhi. Of all the things that one needs to prepare for when traveling to a different country, I never thought monkey attacks would be one of them.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Monkey Business
Posted by Tenacious S at 10:01 AM
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How does one prepare for a monkey attack?
Bring bananas?
CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!!!
Remember, the same holds true for monkey attacks as for alligator attacks--remember that nature hates us. Plan accordingly.
The monkeys are the secret (well not so secret now) third line of defense. There is the barbed wire, then the armed guards, and if neither of those can hold back intruders, well then, bring on the monkeys!
Those monkeys should be spanked.
Monkeys are devils. We've had them steal cameras from three guests while travelling in India, I was in a car in Mexico that was covered in monkeys pounding on it, and one broke the passenger's side glass, and in Zambia at the Royal Livingstone they have guards on monkey patrol all over the grounds, as they jump from trees onto tables to get food. (Not to mention come in patio doors left ajar to ransack guest rooms.)
My friend Amiee was attacked by one in Thailand; he jumped on her head and tried to rip off her barrette.
that monkey needs a tin can to wack against the bars while screaming, "FILTHY SCREWS!! FILTHY SCREWS!!"
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