There Was A Monkey

There has been this monkey around for the past few months. One day it was at my boss's house sitting on top of a ladder eating a piece of pizze. One day it was in the tree at another friend's house. One day it was sitting on the fence of another friend's house, just swinging it's tail while their huge dog went nuts. This week it showed up at someone else's house.

Several things about this monkey 1) it is really really mean, 2) it has a rope around it's waist like it once belonged to someone, and 3) while I do live in Africa the desert isn't exactly a monkey's natural habitat so where did he come from? Strange.

This week it went to my friends house who have barbed wire along the top of their gate. They also have a 3 month old puppy. Several times now the monkey has gotten it's rope stuck in the barbed wire. Each time all the guys on the street nominate this one guy to help simply because he's a refugee from the west...not really sure what that's all about. The monkey actually bit the guy at one point. Ebola.

Well, probably not, but you really just never know...there is an outbreak in DRC. Monday I got a text message that said 'monkey got the dog...police shot the monkey in the street'. Enough said.

Glad to know that our faithful police force is up for the task of hunting and shooting monkeys in this densely populated urban area. I'm sure that they cleared all the people out of the street, captured the monkey somehow and then shot it from a safe distance b/c I know that they would never just open fire while there were people standing around and the monkey was running down the street...or would they?

How many times do you think a reasonable non-risk-taking person can be exposed to rabies in one week? That makes twice, not for me but for my friend, and the week's not even over!!