In a previous post I told the story of the first "paradise tree snake" that I met in our house. This is the story of our second encounter.Lets just go over some facts about these kind of snakes first. These are highlights from the FAQ page of the flyingsnake.org website (yes these bastards can actually FLY!):
How big are they? Most adult flying snakes are 3-4 feet long (1-1.2 meters).
Do they bite? Yes, quite readily - they seem to strike at anything moving.
Are they venomous? Yes, but only mildy so. Most people that get bitten have no problems
DISCLAIMER:I'd like to state that although I paint an impression of a truly scary snake and I may use unsavory language to describe them on occasion - I actually have a great deal of respect for these very beautiful (and obviously talented) reptiles... It just happens that I am a complete pussy when it comes to dealing with them!
THE STORY:
OK - So remember that at the time we didn't know anything about the fearsome reputation of these snakes...
CHAPTER 1: The Awakening:
02:30am: Woken up by the sound of Riise (our dog) barking loudly.
02:31am: Cursed loudly about the fact that the dog was still barking (waking up Carol in the process). Went outside the bedroom and found the dog in the kitchen (where she knows she shouldn't be) repeatedly looking up and barking at the exhaust fan between nervous glances back at me.
"SHHH Ris'!!" - Barking continues. I decide I'd better investigate - OK "Show me, Show me" I tell her. She's used to this command - normally moves ahead and shows us what she's getting all worked up about - not this time. She stays riveted to the floor, the hair on her upper back sticking up like all dogs who feel threatened or are about to attack. My eyes track to the location she is barking at and I see the snake. It's found its way in through a small hole near the kitchen extractor fan and is checking out my collection of wine bottles.
02:32am: SHIT! "Carol!, Carol!" I yelp. "What?!!" comes the terse reply from from behind the bedroom door. "There's a snake in the kitchen... HELP!". I know from previous experience that Carol is fairly comfortable around legless reptiles. If we spot them outside on the veranda she often goes outside to "check them out" and see if she can touch them!
So she somewhat begrudgingly comes into the kitchen and in a pissed off tone asks "where?". "Up there" I point. The snake flinches as if it knows its finally met its challenge. "Get me a stick" Carol demands - simultaneously ordering Riise out of the kitchen with a sweep of the hand (Riise knows not to fuck with Carol when she's pissed off and promptly leaves the kitchen to take up a rear support position). I whine - to get at the broom sticks I have to cross the kitchen, past the snake and towards the back door where we keep the mops and brooms. "How about the cob web duster stick?" I suggest in a moment of very-early-in-the-morning brilliance. "Go!" Carol orders - I've now adopted Riise's philosophy - don't fuck with Carol!
So I fetch the cob web duster for Carol and she immediately begins gently prodding the snake in an attempt to convince it to leave the house from where it came. I decide that its probably not a good idea to be in the vicinity of this insane effort but for various masculinity reasons don't want to look like a pussy in front of Carol. The solution I realise is to offer the very important and heroic service of leaving the kitchen to call the professional snake catcher.
I'm in no particular rush to go back to the kitchen but am keen to see the snake finally removed from the house. Pest control informs me that they do indeed have people on standby at 2:45 in the morning and will dispatch their "guy" straight away. I put the phone down after profusely thanking the lady on the other end. Just as I hang up I hear a "ahhhhh!!!!" from the kitchen. "Are you OK?" I gingerly shout. "ahhhh! s**t!!!!, the snake just jumped off the ledge and came straight at me!!!" screams Carol. "Where is he know?" I ask as I quickly prepare for an exit out of the front door. Carol informs me that the snake is now no longer visible and has retreated behind the cooking stove / oven.
Carol casually walks into the living room where I am firmly barricaded behind my bank of computers. "MAKE SURE IT DOESN'T COME BACK OUT!" I scream at her. "I know..." she says mockingly "...I'm just getting a chair". With a complete lack of acknowledgment that anything was out of the normal Carol grabs a chair, places it in the kitchen (carefully orienting it toward the stove), sits down on it and then asks me calmly if I could make her a cup of coffee..... GET STUFFED! I'm not going anywhere near the kettle - it's too close to the snake infested stove! I'm desperate for a "stiff" drink to help calm the nerves but that would involve going into the kitchen so I decide I can get by with just cigarettes.
CHAPTER 2: The PJ-Wearing, Snake-Catching Guy:
03:00am: The snake catcher turns up and I'm convinced he's still wearing his PJs. I have to put the dog away because he's afraid of them - OK - so this guy catches king cobras and stuff for a living but he's afraid of dogs!?! Despite the irony Carol and I show him where we think the snake is. He cautiously looks around the stove, doesn't see anything and proceeds to move the stove for a better look. Still nothing. Out of frustration he hands Carol the snake catching stick with instructions that she should use it to grab the snake should it suddenly make an appearance (he can obviously tell that I would be useless at this task) and begins to systematically dismantle the stove. Carol complies with his request without hesitation - I on the other hand peer meekly around the kitchen door to ensure that everything is going OK.
03:15am: Carol and the snake catching guy don't find any snakes and declare that it has left the building via a small hole in the floor situated behind the stove (where the gas intake pipe feeds the stove). As a preventive measure Carol crawls behind the stove and seals up all the holes with masking tape (even snake guy wasn't going to crawl back there).
03:20am: We thank PJ wearing, snake catching guy and go back to bed. Even I'm convinced that the snake has gone.
CHAPTER 3: The Return:
04:30am: Riise wakes us up with more barking. SHIT!, SHIT!, SHIT! - this time I know what the barking means - it's friggin' back!
I peer around the edge of the bedroom door and can see Riise in the living room in a defensive posture barking at something underneath the dining room table. Squinting harder to negate the fact that my vision was still a bit dodgy (due to my recently awoken state) - I witness the snake slithering forward directly at Riise who immediately begins barking louder and backing up (smart girl). Vision immediately clears, heart rate immediately rises, bowels loosen (but fortunately not enough to bring on an additional concurrent emergency).Surprisingly I find myself creeping forwards out of the relative safety of the bedroom and towards the living room to make a more detailed appraisal of the situation - must be adrenalin kicking in, or perhaps its my emergency coordination training. Either way it doesn't last very long and I quickly retreat to the nearest safe observational post (the bathroom). The snake continues to advance on Riise who is bravely barking but backing up at the same time. Unfortunately Riise has decided to back up in my general direction.
"Carol!... It's back!!!" I scream from the bathroom towards the closed bedroom door. ..... silence..... "Carol! - help - GET OUT HERE!". "Where is it?" she asks through the bedroom door and with the same pissed off tone as earlier in the night but this time it contains a trace of nervousness as well. "Out here" I reply. "Exactly where" she demands impatiently but with equal nervousness. "In the living room" - I begin to shake as the snake inches ever closer towards my stronghold.
Carol peers out of the bedroom door and somewhat mockingly (in a tone that is reminiscent of me asking Riise the same question) tells me to "show her". From my bathroom safe area I point around the corner into the living room. Carol takes a look for herself and I follow carefully behind using her as a shield.
The snake rapidly advances on Riise who by now only has one place to back up into - the couch. Poor dog jumps onto the couch and continues barking down at the snake which is now arching up at having a go at her.
I'm a bit suspicious that Carol has some sort of elite special-forces military training that she's not allowed to tell anyone about - because she handled the next fraction of a second with the precision and command of a general under fire.
Carol kicks the bedroom door open. "Riise. Get In!" - "Nick get in the bathroom!". We both comply without hestitation. Keeping her eye on the snake she closes the bedroom door sealing Riise in and protecting her from the further onslaught of the snake. It becomes clear to me that Carol is following the emergency response procedures P.E.A.R - People, Environment, Assets, Reputation.
With "people" out of the way she moves on to "environment" and "assets"; "Nick close the door to the spare room and seal it so the snake doesn't get in. Do the same for the bedroom." she calmly orders me. "Oh and get me the vacuum cleaner pole from the spare room" she adds.
The snake continues to advance towards us - presumably looking for Riise. Carol adopts the fall back location with me in the bathroom. I retreat further and stand in the bath tub. "Shit! it's right outside!". In a last attempt to convince the snake to move away from our general vicinity Carol sacrifices our only weapon (the vacuum cleaner pole) by rapidly launching it at the snake. It doesn't work - the snake continues to head towards us. Carol slams the bathroom door shut.
CHAPTER 4: Barricaded In:
Both of us barricaded in the bathroom - and we begin to formulate our next plan of attack. "Where's the phone?" asks Carol. "It's outside with the Snake" I reply. Crap. I go into survival mode and begin calculating how many days you could live in a bathroom before you die... Sleeping on tiles would be a bit uncomfortable but we've got lots of water and surely you can get some sort of sustenance from toothpaste. Worse comes to worse there are plenty of things that could put us out of our misery in the drugs cabinet.
Carol decides that we must keep track of where the snake is at all times and takes a peek out of the bathroom door. "Where is it?" I ask from inside the bath tub. "Crap - I can't see it" she replies. She sticks her head out further for a better look but suddenly retreats and slams the door shut again. "Its right next to the door on the right hand side".
CHAPTER 5: Re-Taking the Living Room:
We develop a plan: I'll stay in the bath tub and Carol will use the bath towel to cajole the snake away from us and back into the living room. Using the towel as a kind of shielding wall Carol exits the bathroom and faces up to the snake. The technique works well and soon enough Carol gives the "all clear" as she has re-taken the living room ground. The snake is happily sheltered underneath the couch apparently eating a gecko.
Now that we have re-taken the living room we have all of our weapons and tools back again: Vacuum pole, cob-web duster, mobile phone, torch, towels etc. Riise is still locked in the bedroom.
I call back pest-control and they dispatch their "guy" again.
CHAPTER 6: The Final Stand:
After finishing its early morning snack the snake decides to venture out from underneath the couch and again begins making its way towards the bedroom / bathroom area. Carol and I are worried that the snake will find its way into the bedroom with Riise so Carol tries to convince it (using "stick power") to go back under the couch. It doesn't work.
Carol lays Riise's dog pillows in front of the entrance way to the bedroom / bathroom area in an attempt to create a barrier for the snake. The nasty little bugger starts attacking and striking the dog pillows!! Biting, rotating and curling its body with each strike!
The snake breaches our makeshift barrier and heads towards the bathroom. Fortunately in my rush to leave the bathroom I forgot to close the door behind me. The snake enters and Carol rushes forward and quickly slams the bathroom door shut. TRAPPED the snake has nowhere to go.
About 15 minutes later the snake catcher guy turns up but this time he's not wearing his PJs and is more appropriately attired. He cautiously enters the house and his first question is "where is the dog?". "Don't worry" I say "the snake is trapped in the bathroom".
Snake catcher enters the bathroom. "Whoaaa!" he says and takes a quick backwards step. Apparently the snake is still quite aggressive. He bounds forward with his snake catching stick and grabs the snake. Triumphantly he brings it outside to show Carol and I.
"Did you hit it?" he asks me. He's obviously forgotten that I wouldn't go anywhere near a snake. "Not me! ask her" I say pointing a finger at Carol. Carol claims she never hit it. "Must be the dog bit it then" concludes the snake catcher "its got an injury on its tail".
GOOD DOGGIE RIISE!
CHAPTER 7: Final Words:
Following this incident Carol and Riise enjoyed hero status for several weeks before Riise runied it by raiding the rubbish bin and leaving an old bit of raw chicken on the couch.
In researching Paradise Tree Snakes since this incident I discovered that most of the Chrysopelea family of snakes have a reputation for being quite aggressive. This incident confirms that observation and also proves that dogs have no ill effects from a bite from this snake.
PTX 0.3
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