Rats, mice and snakes.
Alive in Africa.
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My wife calls a a mouse a rat. You've heard that before, right? And a rat is the size of a cat. I have endured her horror for many years and invariably the rat is a mouse--a tiny thing you could enclose in one hand. She is a strong woman who is invariably turned to a trembling heap of mush by the sight of a single dropping--and, should she see the offending creature--then all hell breaks loose. I am usually the guy caught in the trap.
It's hard to understand women. We have lived in Africa all our lives and we spent five years in snake country: Zululand. Along with Mocambique, Zululand is snake haven. Forget the rain forest--it is here that the spitting cobra lives, the tree snake and the mamba along with venomous forest cobras and Gaboon adders. When my youngest child was a crawler, we had to be careful that he was watched in our garden at all times. We, regretfully, had to kill the odd spitting cobra who slithered near.
One day I found my wife brandishing a rake at a female green mamba in an avocado tree close to the kitchen. She chased mother mamba high up into the branches and that was that. Snakes were a threat to her children and motherly instinct took over.
Now a mouse, that's another matter. Father has to take care of those. And, as I said , they are often tiny intruders who are labelled as rats. Traps are employed, sticky glue and poison too. I sometimes wonder why she doesn't look for that garden rake!
It's hard to understand women. We have lived in Africa all our lives and we spent five years in snake country: Zululand. Along with Mocambique, Zululand is snake haven. Forget the rain forest--it is here that the spitting cobra lives, the tree snake and the mamba along with venomous forest cobras and Gaboon adders. When my youngest child was a crawler, we had to be careful that he was watched in our garden at all times. We, regretfully, had to kill the odd spitting cobra who slithered near.
One day I found my wife brandishing a rake at a female green mamba in an avocado tree close to the kitchen. She chased mother mamba high up into the branches and that was that. Snakes were a threat to her children and motherly instinct took over.
Now a mouse, that's another matter. Father has to take care of those. And, as I said , they are often tiny intruders who are labelled as rats. Traps are employed, sticky glue and poison too. I sometimes wonder why she doesn't look for that garden rake!
