Vervet Monkeys

You ever seen a vervet monkey? I have. I can tell you this, if you leave any windows open they will poop on your stuff. Ask Levan or me.

"Why don't you tell me about it," you say.

So there are these bunk beds, right? Only without a top mattress, just the wooden slats. The monkeys you see, curious as cats, hungry as rats, they will hop, climb, and squeeze into any place they can. These places include, our rooms! In the rooms the monkeys did unseen things and left unwelcome evidence of their stay.

On my bunk bed, on the top, the slats, I left three ripe bananas in a clear plastic bag. Previously, the bananas had been in my backpack but not wanting them to overripe or stink up my bag I put them on the slats.

That evening on returning to my room I noticed an odd, poopy, boogery thing on my book, Bluebeard by K.V. I also noticed my bag of bananas was missing. On the floor, under the adjacent bed, I found the bag, full of holes with the bananas mushed inside. It was a violent battle. The monkey must have struggled with the plastic to relinquish the captive fruits. Technology 1, monkey 0. Either the monkey gave up its struggle or was scared off before it could overcome the plastic devil because all three banana were still contained therein. A poopy book and some vandalized bananas, that is what the monkey left me.

This was all discovered after having laughed at Levan's story.

Levan likes tea, so much so that he kept a bag of sugar in his room. The sugar sweetens his tea any and everytime he needs his fix. The monkeys like to poop. They do it any and everywhere they happen to be. Which in this case was, sure enough, Levan's room. Upon entering the room they hung out for a while on the slats above his bed, perhaps grooming each other or eating stolen food. During this time they pooped on his bed. You see, from up above, on the top bunk, their droppings fell through the openings between the boards to arrive softly on his blankets below. If this was not enough, out of shame, custom, or sheer humor they covered these chocolaty-looking morsels in sugar, mounds of sugar! They emptied Levan's bag of sugar over the gifts they had left behind.

Think of coming across that, curious mounds or granular, white sand. Further inspection, how exactly that occurred I wish I knew, revealed so much more burried beneath. Prodding, poking, lifting, smelling, I really don't know. I laughed at his misforture though. However, I too discovered my own misfortue later. Some might call it karma.