Sitting quietly in my living room last night I saw a giant Bat sized Moth fly in to my hallway. Not being able to move with a dodgy hip I started screaming incoherently. Parker, thinking I was having some kind of seizure lept to my side. Once he got the gist of my gibberings to shut the room door he sprang in to action. Parker rushed to the kitchen to arm himself with weapons of mass destruction. He returned soon after with a fly swatter and round mesh food cover.
Parker kindly thought he would put me at ease first by explaining the physics of a 1/2 ounce moth versus 13st of gibbering idiot. He obviously didn't understand the threat I was under as my chair is next to the light and I can't move without surgical aids. Once Bat Moth knew this he would go for the jugular guided by the big bright shiney light.
Parker being a sensitive soul would not hurt a living being unless lives were at stake. He did a risk assessment and concluded there was no real clear and present danger.
So after much strong language and loud bashy noises he constrained the giant murderous monster under the food cover and Bat Moth was relocated once more to the great outdoors.
Thing is was I fit and well Parker would have been the gibbering idiot screaming in the chair. He hates all flying insects and spiders. I usually rescue him!!
Moral of my story is PMR changes people dramatically and its not always the afflicted person who has to adjust to a new way of working through this illness.
I have a new found respect for Parker now overcoming his fears to defend M`Lady at all costs.
