Welcome to India: Monkeys!!

Monkey’s are mean, vile, disgusting creatures who would sooner throw poo at you than look at you and I love having them around.

Now, I have yet to experience an actual monkey attack, and so my opinion could change after a brief encounter with a monkey claw, but for right now, they are fascinating to watch.

Now, there are rules for dealing with monkeys, all of which Gavin will recite off at the drop of a hat. They are:

1. Do not look them directly in the eye (I do this anyway)
2. Do not carry food out.
3. Do not show your teeth.
4. Do not, and this is the biggie, accidentally walk between a Momma Monkey and a baby monkey.

When alone, you should carry a rock, just in case.

And you would not believe how many there are and how close they get. Every morning, I see two or three monkeys walk two feet from our living room window. They dance atop the school roofs during class and jump from branch to branch all morning and night. The guards here, (the school has a huge guard staff) carry these awesome slingshots to dissuade monkeys from wandering campus (although the guards are outnumbered and plenty of monkey come into the classrooms, especially when empty). Gavin has been encouraged to shoot slingshot pellets at monkeys to his heart’s content. (We are so far refusing him).

The best part of about the monkey situation is that it was so bad at the beginning of the year that the school had to hire bigger monkeys (Landour Monkeys) to come and chase away the smaller monkeys. So I can walk around on campus and see these three feet tall monkeys on leashes being escorted all over the grounds to scare the wild monkeys away. In other words, there are monkeys everywhere.

So why do I like them so much, given their status as evil scavengers of the hillside. They are cute, for one, especially when you see the babies hanging from their momma’s tummy as the travel across the treetops. They are troublemakers, although not in a harmful way, at least to me. And I have a soft spot in my heart for troublemakers.

But mostly, they are the most visible reminder that I am somewhere else. The Woodstock School is not India, and during the week we don’t leave the campus (there is no time to do otherwise), so these monkeys are our reminder that we have, in fact, left everything we know behind and moved halfway across the world. Now, I am not sure it was a good idea yet, and I miss people to an unfathomable degree. But, the experience shows my family and I still have some adventure left in us, and that thought makes me happy. And a little bit proud.

All I have to do is dodge the poo.

This was taken from my front door

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I moved to India. I mean, why the hell not, right?