I’ve always fancied that Europeans who won’t visit Australia because there are “too many creepy crawlies” are missing out on a good ol’ adventure for no apparent reason. I mean, it’s not like all the “scary” things don’t exist (mum’s pulled a 7 meter python skin out of a shrub beside our laundry door before today), it’s just that coming face to face with something dangerous happens very rarely.
Unless you’re in sunny Lisarow this week. I nearly trod on a red-bellied black snake whilst out for a run the other day. And today Ken killed a redback spider that was casually weaving a web on one of the outdoor chairs where we sit for lunch. Close encounters of the Australian kind! Crikey!