yeah, we were talking to one of our new neighbours yesterday, and they said that this area used to be called snake valley. Mind you, apparently the problem has been reduced considerably since a wannabe Amish crowd moved in. I reckon it's like St Patrick driving the snakes out of Ireland
Reminds me of the story of a (very) large cattle property in Northern Oz, where they had a magnificent homestead, including inground pool, and tended to have lotsa visitors. One of these took to swimming laps every morning, and after a week announced to those at breakfast that the pet snake really seemed to enjoy swimming. There was a long silence around the table. Turned out she'd been swimming every morning with a tiger snake: one of the more lethal of our scaley pals :-)
Regards,
David the snake tamer
