Comments on: Monkey mugging

By: Three Links (Vol. 2) : Bweinh!

Three Links (Vol. 2) : Bweinh! — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 14:04:05 +0000

[...] really haven’t lived until you’ve been attacked by a monkey.” That’s really all you’ve got to say to get me [...]

By: Keasty

Keasty — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 11:56:10 +0000

You know what they say….. don’t monkey around with me eh?

By: deano

deano — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 11:43:09 +0000

I’ve never been attacked by a monkey, but while in The Gambia I did eat one!

Wasn’t too bad either…. spicy

By: Deb

Deb — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 10:03:57 +0000

lol @ both of your stories!

I too was attacked by a mother monkey on my way to the Taj Mahal… we saw a cute baby monkey just by the entrance, I posed to have a photo with it, the next minute the mother appears and starts attacking me!

A lot of the tourists stopped taking photos of the Taj to take a quick snap of me escaping from the mama monkey!!!

By: Aili

Aili — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:58:55 +0000

My family was attacked by monkeys when I was 8. We were somewhere in Malaysia (I think – I was 8, can only remember so much) and were wandering through a park after having just visited an open market. Mum was carrying a handful of star fruits (carambolas) and a monkey – a cute, little spider monkey-type thing – dashed up to us, and, with a horrible shriek, scratched my mum and grabbed the fruit out of her hand.

It’s all a bit of a blur as it was a bit frightening, but while Mum was struggling with a monkey my little brother (who was 4) had troubles with a monkey of his own. Another monkey had seen his mate run away with his loot from my mum and, smelling the sweet fruit, jumped on my brother’s little bag, which he was carrying over his shoulder, and, screeching all the while, bit a hole in the side trying to get to the other stash of fruit inside.

Mum, after having fended off her own attack, drew herself up to all of her 5ft, 1in height and screamed at this monkey attacking her son. She grabbed the bag and stood in front of my brother and scared it off somehow.

Meanwhile, I’m standing off to the side, feeling a bit overwhelmed and scared, but, embarassingly, relieved that I had no fruit to attract my own friendly neighbourhood screaming terror. Once I recovered my wits a little I did chase some other monkeys away as they started to get closer to us in order to take their chances with my poor little family.

And my dad took a lovely photo of it all.