Today, we came home to find we’d had some unwelcome visitors, and some mindless vandalism. This afternoon, the bloody animals came back for another try.
On seeing the first event, it could easily be deduced that they were non-too intelligent. Deceptive! We just didn’t have anything that they wanted or valued. It didn’t stop them opening the fridge and freezer, defrosting everything. But the electronic gadgets, and my personal stash of Asahi remained untouched. The beer clearly was no longer at an appropriate temperature for immediate consumption. The ice creams are a goner.
1 small baggie of meds were left behind. Not ours. The bag had been ripped open, and potentially some of the contents consumed. They looked like cod liver oil capsules. Only, about the size that you might give a horse.

The second visit warranted some reciprocal violence, though, and was short lived.

Doors locked, everything well clear of the windows. I guess that the bars and sliding panels on the windows aren’t big enough to stop the Macaques when they want in. I was expecting to find monkey shit and piss everywhere. But for burglars, they seem slightly better behaved than the meth heads that make the news so often.
The second visit happened during luncheon. Apparently, they like curry. I got a graze to the forehead when I wasn’t quite quick enough ducking back (they’ve got a long reach) and the bigger one got a couple of decent smacks with a broom, and decided to find a different route to follow his girlfriend.