I’VE been trying to spot a snake ’most every day since I moved to Australia five years ago, with no joy.
Today in the Big Desert we stumble across two – a brown one in the road that looks like it’s been squeezed like a raw sausage until it split its casing, and a black one that’s had its spine broken by a car.
Having expressed remorse, some hours after spotting the brown snake, that I didn’t pick it up and do something interesting with it, the bush pirate seizes the chance to hand me the black snake when when he spots it in the road. Erm, grouse.
Keeper? Ready for a wriggler now.
Hey man, now you're really living 
‘a brown one in the road that looks like it’s been squeezed like a raw sausage until it split its casing’
This may be one of the most repulsive image I’ve had placed in my mind since I read The World According to Garp, in which a kid gets his eye poked out by a knobless gear-stick.
Nice one!