I was in the tent reading with my little light, although it was another very bright moon night and there might as well have been a brass band and fireworks display out the front welcoming everybody into La Chateau Tento! It was almost bright enough to read anyway. The silouettes of the tree branches were like a picture screen on the tent wall. While laying there trying to breathe very softly because of the pain, I felt something underneath me. Hmmmm.... I didn't take much notice as big sand crabs quite often try to dig their way out through the tent floor. Bush rats quite often bite through the tent walls. But this felt, weeelll, biggererer. Hmmmm..... Then again. I hadn't seen any bush rats. I stopped reading. I took my glasses off. Then again. This time it felt like it was right underneath me. Oh oh. Caaaarefully I lifted up the corner of the mattress to see if there was anything INSIDE. Nup. Couldn't see anything. No holes. Hmmmm. Then IT moved big time underneath me. Oh shoot! Now I grabbed my knife when I saw it in the silouette of the moon on the tent wall. Slithering up the side. Oh oh....
Anyway nothing a good book couldn't fix. I lined it up and WHACK. Off it flew. Huh. Gone or so I thought. But this was one very unhappy mother of a serpent. I think it was caught underneath me. Next thing.....
SMAAASH into the side. Hooooly craap. Snakes don't do that, do they? I wacked it with the book again. Nup. It wasn't finished. I felt it under me. It must have been jammed. I moved.....quickly....over to the other side, screaming as the pain of the ribs got me......aaarrgghh.....faaarrker..... SMAAASH. The anaconda of all anacondas was going to finish me off. Now I was ship scaaared. I couldn't see it's silhouette. I got back onto the mattress. I couldn't feel anything underneath me. I waited. Nothing. My heartbeat was back down to 500 bpm! I thought about going out to check. Nup. I 'ain't THAT nuts!
Next morning I veeeery cautiously checked outside before opening the front door (fly zipper). Still holding my painful ribs I looked everywhere but nothing. And Birdie was coo-ing. And I saw a Gekko little lizard which wouldn't have been there if Godzilla the Anaconda was around!
Maybe it's time for me to move on d'ya think? If it was a sign it was a very scaaary one.
I don't know what it was, because it was sooo big and aggressive I suspect it was a King Brown, one of the deadliest in the world.
Oh well, just another night in Hobo Hell.
And I lived to tell THE STORY.................
Next Week : The Crocodile That Ate Me!