While reaching for a ledge on lead in one of the kloofs just outside of Jo'berg (the city), my South African belayer suddenly quipped "Oh, you'll want to slap the hold real quick to check for pythons" - followed by laughter from below all around.
He was serious - the place is apparently infested with rock pythons (the not-nice kind). As serious as a South African can be, which is, it would seem, not much.
How about leashing one's bitchiness? Or muzzling it. Muzzling's good. Not that a pooch walking across the blankie you spread out for 'the children' (Oh, the humanity!) isn't a very serious first world matter. Look at it this way - at least it's not a rock python eating your sammie - with your kid attached to it.
No baboons to worry about here, either. Fucking baboons.