I was musing over the fact that, with the combination of a.being a woman and b. the bad roads of Karnataka and c. the perceived levels of safety if my car breaks down on a forest road, I cannot go off to a wildlife resort at will like most of my co-students in the Naturalists’ Training Course seem to do.(This post is sparked by
It then struck me that “housewife” and “wildlife enthusiast” have been, traditionally, terms that imply conflict with each other. The homemaker in the ancient past had to watch over the cattle, the flocks and the young ones, and the sight of a scorpion or a tiger or even a marauding elephant is a major threat to house and hearth and must have brought out the most primal instincts of hate and fear in her. Anything that smacked of domestication and was removed from the wild was to be welcomed. A dog that would watch over the flocks was a welcome animal, but even a bird that came to peck at the crops or provisions was a pest to be chased away.
Perhaps this is, to some extent, at the bottom of a woman’s screams at the sight of a rodent or any other animal that is not completely tame and domesticated? I was telling one of my friends about the amazing sight I had just before leaving Kapila resort after the tiger census stay…I went to the common (cards and gym) room toilet and it was FULL of hundreds and hundreds of spiders, which