We have snakes!
I just found a snake on the veranda, long and slinky and rearing up at me. I grabbed Minnie and moved faster than the speed of light, I kid you not. Faster than any woman has ever moved before. I went and found Daisy, shut all the doors, put on Playschool (to district Minnie and the cat), called Steve and panicked.
You see I am a country girl from a place in Australia where all the snakes want to kill you. Dead. They take no prisoners. Growing up we didn't see the kind, friendly snakes so I have a fear of them. Worse than my fear of rats...
I stopped shaking and then called some people who know about these things. They gave me the details of other calm, snake friendly people who are going to come and find my uninvited guests.
The good news is that they are most likely harmless. However, 'most likely harmless' ain't quite good enough for me.
If anyone comes looking for us, we are barricaded in the sitting room with 'Playschool' on the TV, coffee for me and pfeffernusse for Minnie. Daisy is keeping watch at the french doors. I am not sure how her nerves will cope if the 1.5mt slithering reptile returns...
I know it will be too much for mine.
(painting: 'Lilith with a Snake,'(1892), John Collier)