Oh! The neighbors have a visitor!

We heard a banging noise yesterday morning. Theresa looked out our bedroom window -- "There are monkeys all over the parking lot!" Yes, they were back again, and in a frisky mood. Swinging from the branches. Bouncing off the top of a Rav4 (that was the banging noise) and down to the ground. Doing their vertical jumps, straight up two or three times their own height to grab a tasty bunch of leaves. Zipping up the drainpipe to the top of the building next to us.

One of the monkeys discovered the open, unscreened bathroom window in a third-floor flat. Pretty soon he stuck his head in cautiously, then his whole body, then the only thing visible was his tail disappearing inside. Perhaps he wanted a drink.

Theresa went and alerted Chantal, the apartment manager, and one of the staff shooed the monkeys away at least from the open window. But everyone then hung around in the parking lot, watching the monkey business in the trees. They are so full of energy -- and are very close to flying, the way they move from branch to rooftop to ground and back.