I'm staying with friends in South Africa. We're under seige by a troop of Baboons.
Twice I've found the alpha male crouched on the kitchen counter working his way through the fruit bowl. Despite being threatened with a large stool and shouted at, he will not leave until he's polished off the bowl's contents AND loaded his hairy arms with as much as they'll carry. Loaves of bread, Rice Krispies; you name it.
When they're not raiding the kitchen they're loafing around outside the house, fighting, shagging and sneering at you like teenagers when you walk by.
Meanwhile, a political storm is brewing in the community. Our presesnce represents an incursion into their territory....they were here first....but for people with children it's a little scary. TC Boyle writes about similar issues with Coyotes in the Holywood hills.
Twice I've found the alpha male crouched on the kitchen counter working his way through the fruit bowl. Despite being threatened with a large stool and shouted at, he will not leave until he's polished off the bowl's contents AND loaded his hairy arms with as much as they'll carry. Loaves of bread, Rice Krispies; you name it.
When they're not raiding the kitchen they're loafing around outside the house, fighting, shagging and sneering at you like teenagers when you walk by.
Meanwhile, a political storm is brewing in the community. Our presesnce represents an incursion into their territory....they were here first....but for people with children it's a little scary. TC Boyle writes about similar issues with Coyotes in the Holywood hills.
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