JUMANJI...

I came home yesterday to...you're thinking, a nice clean room, a hot shower etc...uh no, to a kitchen/house that was RANSACKED.

By monkeys! Seriously, monkeys were in my house, jumping around and tearing it up. Literally, TORE up. Glass was broken, a chair was knocked over, rice curry chillies you name it were strewn all over the house creating a trail out to the deck in my roommates room. I peeked outside, and spotted his big fat brown ass lounging out on the deck, he might as well have been curled up on one of our pillows.

I slammed ALL the windows in the house, and the door to the deck, and in a fury began plotting how to whiddle down one of the mops into a spear, because let me tell you the next time I see one of those fat mofos, I will spear it.

Oh and the next time I just happened to see one of them was, well this morning! In my house. I saw him rustling around in the tree outside, and ran to tell my roommate. The next thing we know, I am staring him down in the hallway. Naturally my first reaction was to scream as loud as I could and slam the door on him, but we realized that left the entire house for him. So armed with our mops, we charged back through the door to Liv's room, yelling at the top of our lungs. There were two, by the way. At this point, I am not sure if monkeys are known to attack humans, but you can be sure I will be taking no chances with this one.


We may or may not have awoken the entire neighborhood with our screams, and we made our Didi come down to give it a go as well. One of them, cheeky little bitch that it is, actually snatched one of Liv's shiny purses, and clutching it in his mouth, started to run away with it. Naturally I wanted to yell, Theif! but I don't think it would have had much affect.

So now apparently, as the scorching summer months approach I have to sleep with all the windows closed because in Nepal, they typically don't have too many screens on the window. You know, those mesh things we use in the States to keep out mozzies and flies. Well supposedly now I need a screen to keep out the monkeys, no joke. Can you imagine waking up with one sitting on the edge of you bed?


When I told Chiara what happened, her first response was,
"um, are you playing that board game or something, you know the one in Jumanji?" hah

but literally, I think my life has taken a nose dive into that board game.

Maybe I was jaded, but I used to think monkeys were kind of cute. And if you told me I would get to cuddle with monkeys when I came here, I would have said, Sweet..at least there is something that wants to cuddle with me!

Now though, I hate monkeys. These are not cute little cuddly ones either, they are massive, fat, and in my opinion, down right ugly. I guess I am the girl who cried...monkey. Who knew.