I couldn’t leave this until next week, As you may know Lorelle and I are having a weekend away up near Kingaroy, the peanut capital of Australia. Being tired or perhaps too lazy, I put off washing the car until the wee hours of this morning. As in 5am, dark, very dark. Out I go in my bathrobe and rubber clogs, yes Susan Wingate I wore them again. My shed is a little untidy, perhaps downright untidy, come on I can’t write thousands of words a day and clean the shed.
I have shelving, what good its doing I don’t know, most of my stuff is on the floor. I flicked on the light and wandered around looking for a bucket and sponge. Couldn’t find a sponge so I thought, Hmm, rags. being too lazy to look I wandered inside, “Lorelle, get us a rag will you Love?” She fetches one for me, why wouldn’t she I look fetching in my bathrobe. After washing the car I put the bucket back in the shed and look up, Hmm I think that may be a snake up there, on top of my car rags. A normal person would fetch a stick and clobber it. My first thought was, Where’s my camera? The second thought, I can’t take a pic from down here. Fetch ladder from other side of shed, hang on to camera, images of being another David Attenborough flow through my mind. Now one of two things were going to happen, 1. The snake would launch itself from its warm, snuggly bed and latch itself onto my throat. 2. My bathrobe would fall open and the snake would curl up and die laughing.
It was cool in the shed, so the snake was a little sluggish, after taking a couple of happy snaps, Lorelle called out, “What’s happening?” – “Nothing, just a snake.” – “Hit the bloody thing with a stick.” Slam goes the window. Excited now I clamber down the ladder and fetch my underutilised three pronged garden chipper, back up the ladder and pick up the snake with the prongs. He came to life and wriggled a bit, holding it away from me I tottered down the ladder, picked up the camera and took a one handed shot, hence the snake’s head is a little blurry. Maybe I was shaking, with excitement. Taking him over to the back fence I flung him away, he landed on the cool, wet grass and glared at me. Well it looked like a glare. He is a Green Tree Snake, not venomous but they will still bite you. There is a possibility he could have been crossed with a venomous Brown Snake.
There we have it, not even on the road and the excitement is already at fever pitch, well maybe bubbling a little. See you all next week.