I must have walked right past it on the way out, but a few minutes later with a coffee in hand I spotted it: next to the stoop at knee height, a black and white stencil of a gorilla in a business suit. Hell, I thought. We got banksies.
I went to the hardware store and put out a couple traps, but within a week it was clear we had a full-blown infestation. Every day we’d get six, eight, once even eleven new stencils. Half of them didn’t even make sense. WTF is a koala in Ziggy Stardust makeup, feeding a broken parking meter supposed to mean?
In the end we took the nuclear option and called in a banksterminator. Not cheap, but they opened up the walls and flushed ‘em all out. Banksies themselves don’t do much structural damage, but if you leave them unchecked they can attract art critics and then you’re fucked.