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| Humans invade our personal space |
It was like any other day. The sun was shining ever so brightly, sending it’s energizing rays into the water and warming it up to a lovely temperature. George and Henry had swum over for a snack on polychaete worms George’s cousin had brought home from his travels. I would say we were probably as content as Ms. Nadaraj would be if her head were completely buried in big bowl of bread and butter pudding. You might be wondering how we know Ms. Nadaraj... She’s vegetarian so we love her.
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| Look, there's Joe and Albert and Gloria and... |
But, all good things must come to an end. We sensed things were about to change when out of the blue, the water turned murky, thanks to a number of shoes attached to human legs, trudging through the water towards us. Great! Must be another bunch of curious kids coming over to snag us in their nets in some crazy attempt to identify us! The number of times this has happened, I’ve lost count. And so, we were ‘captured’ and carried off to be transferred into little white bowls, where huge eyes behind massive circular windows stared at us. Rectangular, clicking boxes were also sometimes pointed at us.
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| A human child seeking out tin in my river |
As troublesome as all this activity is to us peaceful prawns, I have to admit we are always treated with the utmost respect. The best part is being released back into our shallow, homely habitat unhurt. We’ve maybe had a handful of casualties but on the whole, the humans seem to like us. Here’s hoping we were of some help to them.
