Thursday, November 23, 2006

When marsupials attack!

The Baby headed off to school just before 8:00 this morning, and I started to get ready for my first client. I’m standing in the shower with my hair full of shampoo, when there’s a commotion outside the bathroom door. I turn off the water and investigate, and discover that my poor child has been traumatised by a Wild Animal, at which he freaked out and ran home to Mum. He was sobbing and shaking in distress, and I discovered that he was chased by……a kangaroo!

I did what all good mothers would do in this situation - I fell about laughing. Turns out that he cut through the park in our street as usual, and onto the street behind ours, and when he turned the corner, he was confronted by a roo. He crossed the road and it turned and headed towards him, at which he completely lost it and ran. The poor confused animal headed in the same direction and he was convinced it was chasing him. It wasn’t a big male, or a mother protecting her joey – it was apparently less than a metre tall, and grey, so I’m guessing a young Eastern Grey, separated from its mob – we have lots of those around here.

It apparently headed off up our street, bounced onto the boot of a parked car and off again, before disappearing round the corner. By the time I got my clothes on, grabbed my stuff and got into the car to drive The Baby to school, it was a good 10 minutes later and the roo was nowhere to be seen. I wanted to call the ranger to hopefully get it returned to (slightly) safer surrounds, but the critters move so fast, it could have been anywhere by then.

I had trouble convincing The Baby that it wouldn’t have harmed him, that it was probably way more frightened of him than he was of it. I did explain that if it had been chasing him, it would have caught him easily, but I don't think he was at all reassured. As I dropped him off at the school gate, he declared “and I’m never walking to school again!”


Kathryn said...

At least he didn't think it was a mouse like on the Sylvester cartoons :)

Debstar said...

When I was a kid I got tangled up with one cranky roo at a zoo. It scared the bejeezers out of me & tore my dress. Your son has good reason to run I would have been running with him. Maybe together we could start a new exercise craze called "Running from the Roos" all you need is running shoes, a look of terror and one bad arsed kangaroo.

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