Predator seems inadequate to portray the true huntress the fire breathing MemSahib becomes if she thinks a prowler might be lurking in her sewing room, messing with her quilting or touching her button tins, tangling her knitting tackle; or defiling her kitchen and raiding the pantry in the dark of night. I hate to.conjure up an impression of Machiavellian cunning, & co~incidences.are possible, but there were a few scruffy layabouts who were foolishly insolent to the fire breathing MemSahib a few years back and rather than remonstrate them, she started blabbing about a pot of gold coins I should take to the Bank. A chill runs through me when I think of the gleam in her eyes as she flew about the kitchen making tea, toasted sandwiches and scones ( for the soon to arrive police as well as us ) a few minutes after her late night fusillade woke every living creature nearby a few nights after her indiscretions about a pot of gold coins.
Fortunately the bloodied scraps of evidence provided the good Police with the evidence required to identify the victims, sorry would be gold burglars and their prosecution gave us all most suitable scapegoats to blame for the whole affair.
Hungry policemen called out in the early morning can eat a surprising number of toasted sandwiches, drink gallons of tea and scoff scones with jam by the dozens. Well fed policemen tend to be contented chaps, less inclined to ask embarrassing questions. Rather eager to snatch a post prandial nap and await daylight to investigate a well secured crime scene.
An expensive lawyer who.made repeated shots that just clip a flailing limb appear to be a.volley of slightly misdirected warning shots in the air, and a Magistrate who clearly had no inkling of the true nature of the woman who appeared before him got the fire breathing MemSahib off with a caution and no conviction. The fire breathing MemSahib make a slightly misdirected shot is just not a possibility in the heat of the hunt in my opinion.
Then the wretched Ladies Committed at the Bowls Club gave her an award naming her a "Heroine of Community Safety" or some similar nonsense.
So noises late at night, I don't bat an eyelid. If necessary the right verbal encouragement is all that I need do, and the fire breathing MemSahib, Her Indoors, springs into action.