Iwatayama, Małpi Park

Monkeys are bananas over bananas.

I nearly got a beat down from a number of monkeys today. They don’t mind telling you how they feel if you’re in their personal space. This was in the feeding room. You could buy a bag of apples and hand them out. They would just stick their arms though the fence and hold their hands out, like “Gimme.” I tried just holding my hand out in return, and they would literally smack it away, like, “I don’t want your friendship, I want your apple slices.” Duh.