Janet Baraclough wrote:
[...]
Of course it's crap. Otherwise, you too would have inherited a
subconscious ancestral terror of being hunted by the sabre-toothed
tiger . The mere sight of a nylon-tiger-fur cushion/blouse, (or a
large tabby cat), would impel you to hide the children up the
nearest tree and snatch a burning brand from the fake-log gas fire.

You should have seen me jump last time I saw a snake in the garden.
That was pure ancestral horror. And, come to think of it, I froze for
a moment the only time I saw a wild leopard.

Mike.