My new formal start time at work is 6.30 which is a big advance on the 5.45 start time at the old place. As a result it's now possible to stay up a bit later and watch the end of a film instead of just the start. So I was sat there one evening last week, watching Bridget Jones' Diary for a bit of light relief when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, just a flicker, on the floor behind the TV. I checked a minute or so later and there was nothing there so I headed off and grabbed a shower during one of the ad breaks.
A few minutes later I'm sat on the settee, clad only in a damp towel when I thought I'd just go over and make sure the back door was locked before retiring for the night. It was about then that I realised that half-way from me to the door was a snake. Not a big one, I grant you, rather skinny and only two feet long, but quite decidedly a snake.
I've long been an advocate of the live and let live concept, especially when applied to venomous beasties out in the bush but this little fella was inside and I didn't really want to stand on it in the middle of the night on my way to the loo. It certainly didn't look like a python or carpet snake in which case I'd have made an effort to pick it up and toss it outside but it was brown. Of course, some uniform looking brown coloured snakes are harmless but others can kill you so this little fella simply had to go. I looked around for something to despatch him with and settled for a spare plank of wood, excess to the make-shift bookshelf one of my new colleagues had erected. A couple of stiff whacks and he was no more. I know, it's illegal to kill reptilian beasties in Oz etc.
After all that I wasn't tired any more. It's hard to get off to sleep with the adrenalin pumping, took the best part of an hour for me to settle down again !