There is a snake

There is a snake in the house. It’s just come in through either the garage or the front door, and it’s just sitting by the wall in the entryway. We have people over and they (my parents and these people) were just planning to go for an evening stroll.

Mum starts to get a little flustered, as might be expected. She refuses to live in this house anymore until we get pest control – the cockroaches were bad enough, but this is Sydney, so you expect them a bit. Dad joked that this meant it was a place where things liked to live. I think the snake probably crosses a mental line, though.

I google for the snake’s description – stark black-and-white stripes – and from what I find, I think it’s a relatively harmless little thing called a “bandy-bandy”. Dad ponders if it’s a baby, given how small it is. Mum eases up not one whit. She tells me to find out who to call for getting it removed. It’s 9:45 on Sunday night.

I google around. I’m getting nothing – Google is no longer my friend, it is deliberately obfuscating anything to do with what I actually want to do. I find a likely number, eventually, approaching the problem sideways.

I go towards the front of the house,  and note the lack of any other sounds – the radio’s on, and it’s blasting 40 year old hindi songs I want nothing to do with.

There’s no-one there. It’s dark. The old music is now just plain creepy. I retreat to the comfort of the TV, and my computer.

I have no idea what happened. Live blogging in the finest tradition.