Snakes in the Grass
Received a, somewhat, panicked call from the wife, whilst at work today...."Darling, can you come home, there's a snake in the garden!" Ah, the joys of living in Malaysia, certainly beats having to deal with a mouse in the house... and we're not talking an oversized worm here, this was the full monte, a 3 1/2 foot black cobra!
So, I dashed home, contemplating on the way, what exactly I was going to do when I got there - visions of tackling the snake, Steve Irwin style, sprang to mind, but were quickly replaced with visions of ending up in the local hospital (not advisable in a small town like Kluang).
As it turned out, I was beaten home by our friendly neighbourhood fire department (locally known as Bomba), whom the wife had apparently called, straight after calling me.... appears she had the same vision of me ending up in hospital, as I did!
Anyway, although my 'man ego' was somewhat bruised (but secretly relieved) by this lack of faith, I din't let it show and sat back to watch the experts deal with the beast.
Hah, I needn't have worried about my ego. After the 5 burly guys had 'ummed', 'ahhed' and, all but, drew straws to see who was going to tackle the thing, they promptly lost it into one of out garden drainage pipes. So, after 20 minutes of poking around with sticks and anything else they could find (including using our hosepipe to try and, literally, flush it out, they had a hurried discussion and promptly deciced to leave with the sage advice ' keep an eye out and if it comes back, try and corner it and give us another call'. Thanks guys.
Anyway, fingers crossed, as yet we've not had a repeat visit....from the snake, or the fire dept!





