When we lived in Bangkok in the early 1960s, we had betel nut trees beside our house. One of our pet gibbons learned how to unclip her harness. She would always go up in one betel nut trees and gorge herself. She would throw the seed pods at anyone within range. She slept in my bedroom at night, but during the day it was target practice.
That’s when our family was there. Interesting. No monkeys, just mango trees and the neighborhood kids climbing the fence to get ours. Totally different planet to when we came back to the U.S.. One can not even begin to get someone here to understand all of it. Impossible.