Hobo, who is no bigger than a can of Coca-Cola, was first spotted near a road by villagers who failed to tempt him down to the ground with apples and berries.
After the crowd headed home, the monkey popped up again – in an ash tree in mechanic Marty Wright's back garden.

'I crouched down to make myself as small as possible, held a banana out and he very gingerly made his way down and put his feet on my wrist for balance.

'He started to eat the banana so with my other hand I grabbed him very carefully around the waist and brought him into the lounge.'

While Hobo was busily jumping on Mr Wright's hi-fi at his home in Beaminster, Dorset, he rang the Wildlife Park at Cricket St Thomas in Chard, Somerset.

They sent a keeper to pick up the six-month-old animal. He was said to be doing well by staff caring for him yesterday."

Hmm. Here’s what I would do if I found Hobo the mystery monkey in my back yard.
* Coax him down from tree
* Stuff him into a frilly dress and matching bonnet
* Rename him Alexis
* Pretend he was my daughter, and enjoy the looks of shock and horror as I wheeled him through town in a stroller, took him along to playgroup, and entered him in a best looking baby contest.