Once bitten twice shy in picking up pythons
OKAY, some may think that I am an idiot and fair enough.
However it’s more about caring for our local wildlife.
So on Monday night when I came across a few people stopped with car headlights on the side of the road, fascinated with a two-metre snake, I thought to myself don’t stop, don’t get involved again, after another recent encounter with a python resulted in it constricting around my legs so I couldn’t move.
Further down the road, my oh so silly “Gemini” brain decided otherwise and for the second time in one month I found myself assisting others to remove Mr Snake No.2 off the road.
Feeling quite confident that I had recently bonded with these awesome creatures, I very gently helped Mr Snake to the nearest tree.
Woopsy - he was not the same colour, shape or size as was my previous encounter with Mr Snake and obviously did not share the same love.
Instead of a “wink and a smile” to say thanks, he sank his fangs into my hand, rupturing a vein causing a spray of blood and a very nasty bruise and rash.
Gee, what can I say - once bitten, twice shy.
Reckon I should do a snake handling and identification course maybe? Go on, give me grief, I deserve it. Apologies to the ambos who were unnecessarily called out, although the following morning I did go to the doc’s for a tetanus shot, also to my neighbours, who I’m sure think I am completely mad.