The blue-balled dominant male is one cheeky bastard trying to steal my lunch like he did. He wanted to intimidate me by hissing and baring his teeth, but I gave him the evil eye (No, NOT the red eye) and he scampered away. This big ape, yours truly, was the victor at the battle of the picnic table. With peace settling over the area once more the youngsters got down to some gentle grooming and the Mother Vervet had time to eat a bit of apple while nursing the next generation.