Macacks love to monkey around. Here in Southern India, when a peddler leaves a fruit cart unattended for just a single moment, these balled macacks pounce on it like hungry ants at a company picnic. Those of you with very young children will recognize this kind of eating behavior; so many peanuts, so little time. Then bananas, well, naturally; oranges, basically whatever isn’t nailed down. And if they can pry it up it’s not nailed down. What a macack doesn’t eat on the spot it puts in doggie bags called its cheek pouches, which it uses while foraging for more food.
Now it’s on to the next meal. The balled macacks with their distinctively long tails aren’t afraid to raid homes in search of food and just an all around good time. Grapes are always good, full of fruit sugar, the energy they’ll need to reek havoc like a bunch of seven-year-olds at an out of control birthday party. Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it gets worse. They’ve been so destructive that the forest service relocates them from the city to a far away forest.