The Female of the Species

I have a four day holiday with CJ. It can be a crap shoot as to how CJ will judge with her critical eye, the state of the manor in her absence. Which reminds me of a Rudyard Kipling poem written by his enlightened hand in 1911. The first stanza goes as thus,

"When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male."