Every second Sunday we dance some tango in the church hall at St Mary’s Anglican Church on the top of the Kangaroo Point Cliffs
Built of Brisbane Tuff, the local stone used in many of the early buildings and infrastructure it has the classic mottled look of the stone still in the cliffs today
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It’s a little quiet amongst the hustle of the city.
But that’s how it always starts isn’t it? Something innocuous and innocent then before you know it there’s a maelstrom swirling around you.
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My girl and I were out for a stroll in some surban bush, not too far from the hustle and bustle but bush all the same, when a monster from mythology and lore became real.
Drop Bears (Thylarctos plummetus) are something we hear of from time to time and some research has been done into their national dispersion but sadly the authorities seem to have created an approach of denial. There are many forums online which come close, I’m sure, to the truth but the upshot is the harm of a terrorising demon beast from our primal past hunts tourists and internationals. There is much information out there and from respected publications but still the danger is dismissed.
I could go on about it but I think the audio and the images say what this experience was like for me. Thank-you to everyone out there for your compassion and understanding. I’m a little rattled but I’ll recover, however I don’t know how I feel about going into the bush again after this experience, at least with people who may attract these monsters.
Just after the attack. It made a mess of me
The impact of the attack caused this.
The next day and well on the way to recovery
The remanants of my shirts after the claws of the Drop Bear slashed them to pieces.