Too much Monkey Business

Monkeys in my living room

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As I lie curled up on my sofa, reading some interesting fiction, I imagine this is my kind of bliss! About to turn the page, I see a huge monkey come in my direction. God! Where on earth did this manifest from?

Alarmed, I yell, scoop my phone and just run out the front door. I leave the door open so that the monkey can escape.

I rush down the stairs and without wasting any time I make a call to the housing society office. The guy on the other side assures me that a monkey catcher will be there soon.

Digressing a little.

Monkeys have been loitering around in our society for quite some time. They’ve been snatching things from people on the street. I remember that once an elderly gentleman with a grocery bag full of things was attacked by a monkey. He just abandoned his bag and ran away. There have been other instances too. So, a monkey-catcher had been arranged by the society office.

Now, back to the story: I am surprised that a monkey could enter my place. The front door and the windows — all properly and securely latched and bolted. It just befuddles me.

Getting impatient by the minute, I make several calls to the society office, requesting that they send someone soon. Some 45 minutes pass, there is no help coming and I am…