There's a thought... imagine the castle infested with Tarzans.

They're under the beds, lurking in cupboards, I found one in the pantry this morning and they keep falling out of the shrubbery. The Harem is still deciding on whether to call in a Tarzan exterminator or to store them away for future use. After all, you never know when you'll need something to go with that leopard print fabric, although the concept of Tarzan in aspic is oddly disturbing.

Although I'd choose very carefully if you intend taking one to a formal event, some of their manners need a bit of polishing and picking nits from other guests' hair tends to be frowned upon.