Corn crickets, the pesty little fellows Maud wrote about earlier, cause havoc with our water melon-patch hardly visible in the background. We do not use poison, so it’s a man-to-man and woman-to-woman battle, which you can see we as Goliaths win easily in terms of size. However, they outnumber us big time. Our security cameras spot all movement - we bash one, two, three, but this species are true cannibals, eating their own kind besides all our greens, so they come back bigger and bitter.
We need the men in black with the big guns, as this is mission impossible in our eco day and age. We also know now they favour our chili plants, but leave the parsley, hot horny (on their back-shield) devils they are.
Talking about creepy crawlers, what about miss Scorpio. Gorgeous beady little eyes, and a big mouth to match her stinger. She was found under the 4 x 4 but had no intentions to go for a drive to the bush. Maud wanted a kill again, as a few weeks ago we discovered how bad a bite can be. Our neighbors' daughter called us: their 'hunting dog had been bitten by a snake’, she thought. I drove immediately down to the vet, half an hour still, so I was happy the dog was still breathing, although unable to move. The vet needed only to touch the animal to know that it was a scorpion bite. Their venom makes the whole skin hypersensitive to touch, and even a healthy dog like Mma Supa must stay on a drip in the hospital for three days.
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