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This is my letterbox, a cream can bolted to a post. Enter one Green Tree Frog about the size of a fist. Enter a Green Tree Snake, long, whippy and no thicker than your index finger. Snake bites frog (not the post-lady who saw its tail hanging out, she tossed my mail in). It hardly seems possible but the snake swallowed the frog. Photos show before and after. |
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Whenever I step into my garage I look at the spot where I saw this python. I have a memory at every place that I have seen a snake around the farm. |
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I can always tell when a snake has been exploring in my shed, glass jars full of screws, bolts and nails are smashed in the floor, all jumbled together. |
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First of all I would like to say that I'm not proud of this. The snake we fear most up here is the Brown. This 1.8m Brown snake was seen sliding across the grass next to the house. It coiled up under a bush that my wife often weeds bare-handed. I dispatched the snake and skinned it. I considered eating it, but you don't feel very hungry when you are half traumatised. Some hours later there was a violent hail storm and I took this photograph. I tanned the skin and it hangs next to my computer to remind me of mortality. The local snake expert says that Browns are territorial, they grow about a foot a year and so had probably been living there for 7 years. |
