We came home yesterday after a long day out, to find that we had had a visitor...or twenty. The heavy kitchen window was hanging WIDE open and our new bread packet was lying open on the kitchen counter covered in fang marks, and nail scratches... We found our other bread packet, empty, and lying on the porch at the front of the house.
My adorable and gorgeous hubby remarked - as only Sherlock Holmes and Poirot may remark "I think we've had a little visitor"
Biting back any acidic, female, pregnant, hormonal remarks I replied,
"yeeess, seems so...think it was a monkey?"
To which my darling man replied in all seriousness,
Despite a few crums here and there, and the fact that our two small dogs were actually IN the kitchen at the time of the invasion we got off lightly.
No dead pets.
No stinky-monkey pooh in the bed
No torn carpets, curtains or linen.
Such focussed little critters...
Where's my gun...