of Badcock's and Snakes
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Mission Beach, North Queensland, Australia
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It's times like these when we fully come to terms with why we live where it is we now live.
We don't just live in a tropical location, we have to co-exist with everything else that lives in the tropics.
Its what makes our lives so enriching and so exciting here- possibly a bit more exciting than what we'd prefer just right now
but nonetheless we don't feel any more alive than we do right now.
We're not sure if we'll get all that much sleep tonight without several good dollops of strong drink.
10 October 2003
9:30 PM
We arrived home from an evening of champagne, food and friends on Fiona's verandah,
I went to feed the poor starving hound, he went outside, I was following, and saw what I thought was a green tree-snake
coiling up at me just outside the doggie door,
I rapidly closed the door, nearly shutting it in and then rescued the dog, he ate inside.
The snake disappeared, or did it????
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12:30 AM Kim was abruptly awakened by a loud clattering noise from somewhere within the house. Being exquisitely prepared for all eventualities Kim reached down the side of the bed for his trusty Maglite (cheers Douggie) to investigate the source of the clamour. We should add the magnificent Dalmatian guard animal remained steadfastly asleep at the foot of our bed. Much to Kim's bemusement he discovered that a pair of four freaking foot brown tree-snake honeymooners were consumating their undying lust whilst falling through the blumming kitchen exhaust fan. What is it with humumgous brown-tree snakes and this particular house at the moment eh? We suspect its something to do with the now derelict neighbouring banana plantation and subsequent plague of car-eating rats (but, that's another story....)
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 Anyway this particular scantily clad (hey its the tropics) Badcock couple spent a very interesting hour or so, standing on chairs armed with trusty and a tad rusty garden implements watching the reptile conniptive orgasmic constrictions (nasty violent snake-love). We were a little dismayed to discover that the reptilian lotharios were planning a post-tryst siesta in our otherwise unsullied stainless steel double kitchen sink! We managed to recommend otherwise suitable lodgings with erratically directed household items such as ballpoint pens, packet of Corn Chips, dish cloth and parts of Marni's lunch box. One nerve-shattering quaking hour later the party-crashing reptilian shag-meisters did an Elvis and left the building via the aforementioned exhaust fan. Kim gave the fan a few thousand RPM just to make sure they had done a Harold and bolted! |
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Several tens of metres of Gaff tape later (sealing off all possible snake-infested orifices) and about half a bottle of Christmas brandy (true) later, the Badcocks are beginning to see the funny side of the whole affair.. (ha ha oh really hahha!)
yours blearily and only some moments from snake-induce alcoholic stupor.... |
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