we lived in the philippines in the early 70s, in a neighborhood of foreigners and rich filipinos. our next door neighbors were these italian guys, epilonio, romily and colombo. colombo had a monkey that lived in a tree, across from our driveway, more or less even with our kitchen window. the monkey had a harness with a little doggy-chain about eight feet long. it would swing out from the tree above our driveway. when someone came out the kitchen door, it would swoop down. and it hated our mom. this monkey could see our mom through the kitchen window, and it would taunt her. if she went in the driveway, the monkey would attack.
one time, the monkey swooped down on my brother who caught it by the thumbs. he gently held it stretched out between it's harness and it's filthy little hands. monkey was pissed. From then on we would occasionally catch and release the monkey like that for just a moment, which cut down on the swooping. but our mom grew up in new mexico. no monkeys there. she was never gonna touch that animal, let alone grab it by the thumbs. so the driveway was enemy territory. the whole time we lived there, she would get in and out of the car down by the gate, away from the monkey.