We were sitting out on the back patio on a particularly hot day – 39ºC or 102.2ºF for the imperially minded, don’t you think it’s funny that the USA a country that is supposedly a republic favours imperial measurements? Sorry I digress. Back to the patio on a hot day. We were having one of those rambling conversations that goes with just basically hanging out and enjoying each others company when I felt that we were being watched. It is quite a distinct feeling, the hairs go up on the back of the neck and you have a prickly feeling in the centre of your back. I looked around and couldn’t see anything. But the sensation wouldn’t go away. I scanned our surroundings carefully – this time I noticed. There he was. Sitting up 2 metres from the ground (6.561 feet) in the trellis there he was. Impassively watching. Maintaining his vigil in the hot sun.