When we got back last weekend, all was as expected, at least at first. Rocky, Beeps, and Calypso were threatening and aggressive, Basil would not stop talking excitedly, and Brian and the greys were extra loving and wanted to be near us constantly. In fact, Stella was a little too loving, as she started regurgitating whenever either of us would get close to her. That should have been a warning.
The greys happily ate some of our dinner (note Max's foot up in the air -- she really wanted to be near us!):
I intervened as soon as I could, but not before Max had bitten Stella above the eye while defending herself:
Here she is, eating, with her damaged eye: