Amazing, truly cunning little thieves these hungry Knysna monkeys are.
My home is in Upper Town and in the two years I have lived there, there has not been a monkey anywhere near our property.
On Saturday morning I ventured out to shop and just as the mission was almost over, the grocery basked filled, I received a phone call from Allsound alerting me to the fact that monkeys had triggered the alarm.
Groceries got dumped and I sped home concerned that the monkeys might attack my cat if she protected her biscuits.
The sight that awaited me was depressing. Biscuit tins had been opened and ransacked, a loaf of bread was on its way out of the window with pieces scattered wide and far.
But the part that really pees me off, is why do they eat apples and then spit the skins out?
Most mysterious of all though is that there was no sight or sound within the neighbourhood of the creatures.
They had come and gone like ghosts in the night.
Moral of this little tale is that among the many strange phenomena since the fires, beware of leaving your windows open if food is in sight, or you may just be extending an invitation of a free lunch.
And then a huge clean-up operation when the guests leave.