Me vs. Monkeys: Round Two

Yesterday I washed my underwear and hung it up to dry on the rack on my balcony. When I returned that evening, it was gone. I peered over my balcony and there it was, sitting by the edge of the lake below my room. I went out in the dark with my flashlight to fetch it. Upon examination, the culprit was obvious; there were tiny, muddy hand prints all over it. Damn monkeys.

Determined not to let the monkeys stand in the way of clean underwear, I rewashed it and rehung it on the rack this morning. And this time, victory. Clean and dry.

When I relayed my story to Ramesh, he told me that Mousumi also used to hang her underwear outside. But the monkeys were worse to her: they fetched her undies and hung them up a tree.

What started as admiration has now turned to war. Monkeys, you're going down.