I was only just recently telling The Husband of the snakes on our farm when I was a kid - blacks, browns, tigers. Dad would kill them with a rake and hang them on the barbed wire fence (I guess as a warning to other snakes?). I remember driving once and a massive brown snake spanned the entire road - its middle was squished flat from cars running over it, but it was still thrashing at both ends. We also used to drink our water from a rain tank, and if the water came out of the tap muddy, it meant a snake had gotten in to the barrel and was swimming in circles, stirring up the silt. And how I once saw a barn cat take on a brown snake, reared up to the height of a tall man. And when the Snakes Alive exhibit came to our primary school, I was the only kid brave enough to get completely wrapped in pythons - three of them on my tiny, easily-digestible childs body. Childhood in rural Australia is a dangerous adventure, for sure. Enjoy, my squeamish little squirrel friends
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 23:03:32 +0000