The stuff of nightmares

Now regular readers will be aware that I have a slight phobia about snakes. I damn near fainted watching the movie Snakes on a Plane even though I know that’s just a stupid film using computer generated imagery. But leafing through this morning’s i newspaper, this little article caught my eye…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now this is the stuff that gets snakes a bad reputation. Why the hell would a snake want to slither through a sewage system and through a loo’s shit-stained u-bend only to sink its fangs into some poor soul’s dangling and defenceless john thomas? I can’t imagine the frigging motivation other than snake-spite for mankind. It’s like every nations’ hatred for English sporting teams. What did we do to deserve it (other than colonise two thirds of the known world)? Does everyone hate the Etruscans, Romans, Ottomans or Austro-Hungarians for doing the same thing thing (only on a smaller scale)? So irrational.

Back to snakes…I probably won’t sleep for a f*cking week now and I’ll never ever travel to Thailand. Arghhh!

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snakes!

Occasional readers of this blog may be aware of my phobia about snakes. I may have mentioned it a couple of times. So you may be interested to know I’ve had a close encounter of the dreaded slither kind, well almost. I forgot to mention in the last posting that as we were preparing to empty the pool I noticed what looked suspiciously like a snake lying on our slope bank down to the pool. Gulp. It was very still and I walked up gingerly to have a closer look, with a deadly garden hoe in hand…

scorpions!

Well I suppose it was inevitable that someone born around mid November should have scorpions feature in their life at some point. Last night we had our first scorpion of significant size (albeit a bit smaller than above) appear in the house. There he was, large as life and black as coal right in the middle of the wall leading upstairs…to our bedroom!!  Cue scary music.