Where’s Sam Jackson when you need him?
Y’all will probably chuckle at this story of a seven-foot python being pulled out of some Australian’s lady’s toilet. It’s your basic quirky “Believe it or not” type of fluff journalism. EXCEPT THIS STUFF REALLY HAPPENS. I remember not long after we moved out here, Ma Snook brought down some photos she’d taken at the Snook family residence. (It’s about five hours up the coast from Sydney.) There’s the garden, there’s the garage… and there are two seven-foot pythons MATING IN THE FRONT YARD. I nearly fainted. (For the curious, they were literally standing up on their tails and twisting around each other. It was so weird.) Oh, and then there’s also the time that little Kurt, Rodd’s nephew, went out to the rabbit pen and then reported to his incredulous grandmother that “there was a snake in there.” Nobody believed him until they went out to investigate. A massive python had squeezed through the chicken wire and proceeded to eat all the baby bunnies. They could clearly see the lumps along his body. Of course, he was then too fat to squeeze out again so he was just hanging out in there, digesting. I would just like to reiterate that these events happened at the same house where my beloved Snookums grew up, and were I personally have spent the night on several occasions. Sometimes I forget that once you get outside Sydney, AUSTRALIA IS FREAKING SCARY.