Fear is Fear
how you will find stuff to write about…
but things happen and you end up with an article. Herewith: I was in my study working at about 6 30 this morning, having fed the cat and let her out. A while later I heard a noise and went to investigate but found nothing unusual. I carried on working on my website but heard the cat scratching the carpet behind me. I cursed her and shooed her out. I wondered why she had fur in her mouth so looked behind the door.
I was met with, to me, a fearsome sight. A baby rabbit cowering into the corner. I cursed the cat again and opened all the doors from my study into the garden in the hope that it would run out. Minutes later it was still there! How long was this dreadful experience going to last?
Here’s my fear bit. I hate, loathe , detest, dislike, with a vengeance litle furry, wriggling animals. I can’t even pick up my grand daughter’s pig thing. It’s a hampster or a gerbil guinea pig or something but it’s warm, bony, wriggles and is totally unpredictable in its movements.
So here I am/was faced with the decision of a lifetime how to get rid of this furry monster. I tried shooing it, I tried some rabbit noises…even prodded it gently with a stick to make it move but it was too scared. Little did it know or care about how I was feeling. Slowly I realised I was going to have to pick this thing up with my bare hands and take it out. First thought was will it bite. Suppose it jumps out of my hands and runs off somewhere else in the house…there were lots of other what if’s going on in my head but I don’t want to re-live them again.
Would I need gloves to prevent infection from the millions of disease ridden fleas and ‘things’ it would have hiding in its festering and rancid fur? So I went and made a strong coffee while I made a plan of action. Eventually after my relaxation and breathing exercises I went thru the pros and cons of picking the thing up. How long would the experience last….answer 30 seconds at most…could I manage 30 seconds of this thing wriggling and fighting to escape? Yes if I didn’t breath in or trip up. Suppose it did bite me…well these things when faced with danger can turn…yes but from herbivores into carnivores… yes anything is possible. Is it likely and will I risk it…yes. I planned the route from the door to the open door… and then over the small wooden fence thing beyond….total distance 8 yards but less in metres. I could do it for that long and if it did attack I would drop it and rush indoors. Pitiful by any standard!
Well the long and short of this encounter was that I did take a breath…because these things can emit a sort of ‘smell’ that under some circumstances can be painful..if not fatal. Well so I’ve heard somewhere. I know it has happened to someone somewhere.
I realised I was thinking like a fearful flyer! But I had to face my fear. I picked it up with both hands held it at arms length, ran thru the door and dropped it (gently) onto the lawn. Now I was behaving like a fearful flyer.
Anyway the story ends well..it’s reunited with the rabbit family under the hedge…the cat is scowling at me and I feel like a hero.
If truth be told maybe I’ve added a slight exaggeration here and there but in essence I really can’t manage little furry wriggling things…especially wild, flea ridden ones…but I did and I feel great for it.
So the moral of the story is that, even though I’m good at handing it out I’m not quite as good at taking it! So, in life’s rich unfolding I start today with more understanding than I did yesterday.
I’m happy to take your calls and congratulations!
Captain ‘Rabbit’ Keith
ps Note the emotive language and the lack of hard facts; I wonder where I picked that up?.