I was stationed in Panama for 2 years. My first introduction to monkeys was out "in the field." Right around dusk we pulled our vehicles inside a woodline- 5 meters into the jungle (pronounced hoon-gla

). Anyway, there's this little foot tall monkey hanging out in one of the trees above us, it's always been my personal policy not to mess with the wildlife. There was this new kid (his name was Gamez- grrr...) and he starts making 'ooh ooh ooh' monkey sounds. EVERYONE was telling him to shut up, but he's all like "I'm just talkin' to him..." The monkey goes away, and he's all like "see, he didn't get mad." Ten minutes later a frickin' batallion of monkeys is in the trees above us, peeing on us, throwing poop and screaming. I hate Gamez to this day.
There was another time when Gamez and I were on guard duty just off base, jungle all around... He's doing the same thing, but the monkey was bigger- but it didn't do anything.
Shortly after Just Cause the Americans opened up the Amador Causeway, it's a strip of land connecting these 3 islands kind of in the bay of Panama City that sort of form the entrance to the Canal. After they opened it up, Panama Canal Commission employees were coming out and driving around, checking it out- it had been off limits to anyone but the Panamanian military and there was a National Geographic monitoring station on the first island. The Islands used to have big huge gun emplacements from the beginning of the 20th century, and were used as military bases by the Panamanians, and we just had those guarded, so...
A guy and his daughter (around 5 years old) get out of their car to look at the last island- it's really beautiful. This monkey comes crawling off the side of the causeway and the little girl is all like "monkey!" And the monkey comes up and chows into the little girl's thigh. Mind you, this is one of the 4 foot tall monkeys with the 4 foot tail with the leather pad on it. Two guys from my platoon were on guard duty 20 meters away and this one guy, Floyd, went running out and tried prying the monkey off the girl. Floyd was a BIG corn fed Iowa farm boy. He somehow managed to get the monkey off the girl, and was standing on his chest. He buttstroked the monkey as hard as he could with his weapon around 15 times, and the monkey was just getting madder. I said Floyd was big, big enough to pick me up over his head and twirl me like a baton (which he took great delight in). So he fixed his bayonet and tried stabbing the monkey, and he said the chest was like leather and the bayonet wouldn't penetrate. He set the bayonet on the monkey's chest and stepped on the front sight post assembly of his weapon and sunk it in, finally killing it.
I fear monkeys.