The other day, Raising Daisy at http://raisingdaisy.wordpress.com wrote an article in which Stink Bugs were featured as a toy/irritant/nightmare for Daisy. It got me thinking. Well, of course it did, bearing in mind that each incident in my life is now inadvertently converted into blog format. Anyway, it had me remembering a scenario a couple of years back.
My neighbour’s place had been broken into. No-one was home, so I called the police who, somewhat remarkably, came rushing around. As they approached my residence, I heard a truly blood-curdling SCREAM emanating from her house. Now I know there are “baddies” out there and my adrenalin starts to pump. I rush instantly to my neighbour, ready to rescue the damsel in distress from lurking danger. I have no idea what I planned to do (maybe slap them about with a powder puff or something). The police, weapons drawn and all action / tough-guy demeanor, rush the place from behind me. We are all ready, guns and powder-puffs blazing, to take on the criminals. It turns out that my neighbour had returned home, just minutes after my call to the police, completely unaware of the break-in which had occurred on the other side of her premises. On stepping into her entrance hall, she had been confronted with the greatest terror Johannesburg has to offer. Fly the crime, fly the news reports any international reader may have seen. She had stumbled straight into the path of a PARKTOWN PRAWN. She could care less about the pending doom of criminals. All she could think of was getting the police to rid her home of the creature. The police were flabbergasted.
These are the most frightfully fearsome looking creatures, that have a nasty habit of jumping stupendous heights and lengths to land their horribly spike covered legs into your flesh. Just creepy!
I found a rather amusing write-up on these spine chilling creatures at http://www.whatsupjozi.com/2012/jozi-joburg-info/the-legend-of-the-parktown-prawn/818 The picture is courtesy of this webpage.
Joburg resident in terror after intruder invades her home
I know, I know, this appears to have nothing to do with pets. However, never fear, there is a link up. It follows into my latest money making scheme. I have decided to rent out my fear-deficient husband and mad Baby Boy Sabre cat. Sabre seems to think that Parktown Prawns are the best toy nature ever invented. Being the perfect hunter that he is, he catches them and then, to amuse himself and terrify his mother, he brings them inside where they pounce and perform around the place whilst he gets to play hunter over and over again. I react like any other level-headed, responsible mother by screaming for hubby, whilst performing death defying acts of gymnastic proportions to avoid the onslaught of the enemy. My fearless husband (bless him) is the first person I have ever encountered that does not mind these creatures. So, with Sabre’s instinctive ability to catch them and hubbies fearless removal thereof, I find my garden no longer a resting place for evil creatures with more than four legs (anyone who knows me or has been reading this blog will know that, although I love animals, my loves limit is reached at 4 legs and anything beyond that has me turn instantly into a real girl).
So, here’s to my latest “get rich quick scheme”. All I have to do now is convince my husband to be a “man for hire”.