We have a pair of monkeys in our kitchen, Chester and Esther. They are both off to good homes, thank goodness, or else our kitchen may just be destroyed before too long.
They decided to make a rock band together
...but things got carried away when Chester cut Esther from the band.
If you don't watch monkeys closely, they can get into things quite easily. They broke a couple of our dishes and pooped in a few...
and they swung from the chandelier while I tried to make them lunch.
It's when you try to ask them who is responsible for the mess that they play the quiet game. Frustrating.
The truth is, regardless of their hyperactive and destructive nature, they are pretty cute.
I just might miss them when they leave.