Having a visitor in bed.!

Holy ....!!!!!

One way of gettin' rid o' the mice, I guess..............................

;-))

Holy crap that's a close call.

I remember when I was a little tacker a couple of Dugites got into our lounge room once...Mum gave it what for with my old man's .303 bayonet attachment.

Then quite a number of years later one or two of them got into the cocky's cage via the mice tunnels looking for a feed...needless to say cocky boy wasn't too impressed.

Growing up as a kid on the farm we had an external toilet attached to the house. My sister was taking care of bussiness when she started screaming. Dad opened the door to see a red belly black pull his head back under the wall were the masonite didn't quite meet the floor. I thought it was so funny but boy did my sister give me a flogging when she finally got of the dunny. Never had one in the bed though and wouldn't want one either.

Josh

As a young bloke camping in the Royal National Park I once watched my Scout Master pull his sleeping bag out of the tent and turn it inside out to air.

He went very pale when a red bellied black fell at his feet. Thankfully it was pack up day and I did not have to crawl into a sleeping bag that night.

Duncs

I was wondering where the 'snake in the bed' story was going unc. :-)))))

Could'da been worse mate.

Take a seat "Ladies & Gents"

It's funny you mention Batemans Bay. Many years ago, while camping on a mate's property down the Bay, I bought a RBB snake home with me in my sleeping bag. It must have got in there before we packed everything up. It was about 3ft long, and I found it dead in the bag about 2 months later. It sure got everyone checking their bags that weekend, including me.
Capt.

Back in 1988 whilst in Arty, our Regt. was doing it tough in Singleton. At roll call we were having our names ticked off when Gnr Smith didn't appear to be with us, so I was sent to find him. I came upon his hooch with him still inside and asked Why you still here? The BSM sent me to find you, your not saying much here as I speak, I know its cool here, but why are you sweating so much

ummmmm, is something up, u don't look so good, still not speaking, hmmmmmmm, somethings wrong here, looks down his sleeping bag, hmmmm, appears to be an extra sleeper in your bag, hang on, don't go away, I'll be back with BSM.

Well, did all hell break loose, the officers called the medics whom called Singleton HQ's whom called Westpac which duly was sent,then an audience gathered around Smithy, with hundreds of ways to get Smithy out of his predictiment, from a size 12 on its head, except no-one knew where the head was, then we noticed a liquid permeating out of the bag, did you just bleep yourself Smith ? questioned the BSM, oh thats great, here we are trying to help you and all you think about is relieving yourself

Sgt, bring me an F1, Smith lay still, this won't take long, lets see, legs are here, snake could be here, OK Smith, steady, scrap one sleeping bag and snake,

god-damn, boy can that Smithy move, he was outa that bag before the smoke cleared, cursing and swearing, good thing Gods deaf in these situations otherwise there would have been two deaths, we all sitting back laughing our heads off,exchanging notes between us, oh we are truly bastards, we bet on anything that we feels worth betting on, like for instance when

the second lewie and I cross a minefield in the 6WD tractor and halfway across, I asked the lewie what are the blokes doing, he looked in his binoculars and said taking bets, bastards...............................

My mother received a similar visit earlier this year ...

http://www.cairns.com.au/article/2010/08/04/120945_local-news.html