Friday October 12th 2018Tim
experienced resident of a domicile knows fairly quickly
when one or other of the domestic pets has introduced an
outsider to the wonders, stresses and excitements of
indoor living. Between naps and visits to the food bowl,
there's a lot of padding around sniffing at stuff,
peering under armchairs, unnatural bursts of sudden
activity that have no apparent cause and there's a range
of snarky attitudes which suggest that something's not
quite right with the smooth running of a well ordered
functioning household and that someone has to be blamed,
at a minimum dismissed from service.
The novice will of
course suspect that it might be time for a visit to the
vet, enquire about his pets mental health, discuss
sedatives and finally coming home with something like a
bill for a worm tablet. Another novice error is to blame
the clump of grass in the living room on a significant
other, and accuse him or her of thoughtlessly sneaking
around the dwelling while wearing their outdoor boots.
Then for the novice there's the terrifying experience of
seeing a young Shrew pottering across the kitchen floor.
It looks very much bigger and a great deal more
dangerous than it actually is. I'm told it's the mind
reacting to what's called blind panic.