While studying Spanish in Costa Rica, my Mamá Tica called me into the garden. I looked up to see monkeys filling her trees. She kindly let me take pictures before chasing them out of her garden. "I have one mango tree for me and one tree for them," she explains, "if they would eat the fruit instead of taking one bite and then throwing it on the ground- wasting it- I would let them stay." After the garden was free of monkeys, I noticed they had moved to a tree in a neighboring lot. I continued to watch them with fascination. As the sun got low, their behavior reflected that of a quiet evening at home as opposed to the fruit stealing pests of the afternoon.