Said a few less than complimentary things about monkeys and went up to see co-farmer A and see what we should do.
Her husband and another neighbour farmer-of-a-certain-age-and-mentality were standing out by the road chatting about weather and crops and pests when they saw me approach with my less than festive haul of corn.
Corn. I think a monkey got them.
Show me. Hmm.... when did you find them?
Did you check last night?
Yep, about 5:30 and they were fine.
Not a monkey then. They don't feed at night.
Ehhh? What then?
Hmmmm, masked civet? raccoon dog?
Ehhhh??? masked civet? Never heard of it. We have them here?
What can I do?
Netting. Go and look at Mr K's corn. And Mr N's, too.
I don't know. I googled and the civet is kind of cute but I really don't like finding there's another garden foe to worry about that I didn't even know about. I would have preferred monkeys I think!