somebody topped my HATE LIST

I'm a hater. A natural at it. But today someone new topped that hate list and compelled me to go on an unhinged rant about it

I love the plant kingdom and hate the animal one (excluding birds and dogs), and today for newer reasons. For the longest time snails had the title of 'Why do you even exist' creatures category and then I dabbled into the skincare world feeling absolutely sad that they exist in Korea. I wish I could airlift them all into a place where they won't be exploited for their slimy existence-but I'm just an unemployed girl with lots of opinions.

So yesterday, I was doing the bi-weekly ritual of watering plants in our little garden.

The beautiful white rose planted in the memory of Timmy, the lovely Labrador, some lilies my grandfather dearly liked, mint, coriander, random grasses and a lemon tree (more like a shrub).  It delights me to tease the leaves and flowers with a splash of water, tiny pearls on the petals in the backdrop of sunset and tunes of Venice Bitch , Chemtrails over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey and About You (The 1975) but creatures with mobility is where I draw the line.  

I had always seen little lizards crawling in the mud but didn't expect to be startled by their mother hanging like a bat from a lemon branch. It was almost the size of my hand- stoic, still and side eyeing me for causing the unnatural rain and flashing my awkward face.

So I backed off and didn't think much of it, until the morning today- when to my surprise this lizard hung on the same spot, inverted like a Dracula, doing nothing. Bids of attention? Well it worked.

Afternoon comes- same story.

 April makes waves on cemented roofs.  Stop reading at this very instant if you are sensitive.

<Enter> the familiar troop of Monkeys on its regular afternoon stroll.

It spots the lizard.

Grabs it.

Chews its tail away. 'Ripped it out' would be an accurate way to describe it.

Goes for its arms. One by One. Next, its feet. And jumped to my neighbours terrace.

Why did I go about my life for twenty three years thinking that monkeys are just banana eating, sometimes garbage hunters, less evolved but still kind set of species????

WHY????

 I'M SHOOK. 

HAVE MONKEYS BEEN NON-VEGETARIANS ALL THIS WHILE?

"They live in the jungle, what did you expect" remarks my grandma as I am in visible disbelief.

The story doesn't end here.

The lizard- decapitated brutally at this point was dead- is what I thought and hoped.

But resilience is a thing and I wonder why - because this poor baby was still moving with its torso on the hot cemented floor, while this wild monkey looks at the aerial view down their roof and sips water off a leaking pipe.

He sees it moving, so it starts to play with it. EXCUSE ME? WHAT THE HELL?

He throws it away to a distance to attract attention of other monkeys and now they come and sniff it.

Smart enough to not eat the poisonous body but heartless enough to LEAVE IT LIKE THAT?

You know what the worse part is. That monkey, that STUPID MONKEY- only had THREE LIMBS.

DARWIN, WHAT THE HELL?

Probably lost his hand in some tragedy, and I feel bad for you brother. BUT WHAT THE HELL? 

It was still alive. At least strangle her while you are at it? 

Be on the top of the food chain and MEAN IT. 

Own the carnivore inside you. Why be a SADIST? Stop trying to be a homosapien, you weirdo. All you can ever be is a HEARTLESS PRIMATE. I hate YOU.

I AM SCREAMING. 

I HATE MONKEYS

I HATE THEM.

I HATE THEM.

I HATE THEM.

I could see her crawling in her blood stained limbs long after the monkeys were gone. 

I have a distorted view of life FOREVER. Its all misery.

This isn't done. 

Maybe this is why monks go to the forest only to close their eyes. This obscene truth is better left out of sight.  Nature is therapeutic as long as its just plants waving with the wind and birds minding their business forming cute patterns in the sky.