You would think we'd know better by now.
Pafuri picnic site, northern Kruger Park (hereinafter referred to as the crime scene)
A gorgeous view, perfect for a picnic. Don't be fooled.
I should have known it was too good to last. We grabbed our extremely organised picnic bag from the car, spread a table cloth over the table, and started unpacking the goodies we'd brought along to eat. Some ALL the way from Phalaborwa Woolies - the rolls, for example. They had been frozen, carefully packed, and defrosted with care to guarantee freshness. There was a wide selection of cold meats and condiments to complete the experience.
No sooner had I put the rolls on the table than the enemy launched its offensive. A large male raced down the tree, dashed across no-man's land and snatched the WHOLE packet of rolls off the table. I blocked his escape and yelled a fierce war cry. Switching instantly to attack mode I snatched it back. The monkey, temporarily shocked, declared a tug of war. He bared his teeth, screaming for backup. I screamed profanities. The packet broke, spilling its precious contents onto the dirt. Sensing my advantage I leaped forward and grabbed two rolls. The Vervet somehow managed to scoop up the other four and make off with them, shouting insults as he ran.
Reinforcements eventually arrived with the heavy artillery.
The Vervet and I both survived to fight another day with nothing more serious than slightly bruised egos (his worse than mine, I should think) but nobody at the picnic table was prepared to eat the rolls.
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Location:Kruger National Park