We moved closer and froze again. The monkey sat on the toilet, holding something in its little hands and tearing it apart. At first, we thought it was toilet paper — it seemed to be playing with it, rustling and ripping it to pieces.

We sighed in relief… but when we looked closer, we saw the truth.

On the floor, under its paws, were my groceries. A bag of nuts had been opened, several fruits neatly arranged, as if a tiny gourmet was selecting only the ripest ones. The monkey calmly crunched and sniffed its prize, paying no attention to us.

The police officers and I exchanged glances. Was this funny? Weird? We didn’t know whether to laugh or get angry. The little creature had turned my bathroom into a real “culinary burglary.”

I sat down on a chair, trying to collect myself. Never in my life did I imagine my apartment would become the scene of a tiny theft… committed by a monkey.