The Bush

My new ‘pet’… or not

Yesterday I arrived home from a supplies visit to town to find a someone new had taken up residence at Granite Glen…


“Damn, she’s home! “I’ll try to look like part of the lawn”
“Aarrgghhh… she’s shooting me with that black thing!”
“OK – she can’t possibly see me now – camoflague is a gift!”

“You are kidding – can’t she see I’m a stick?”
“Geez lady, what’s your story? Go put the groceries away!”

See how I am a STICK!!!!!”

“OK, you asked for it – I’m retreating to the damned lavendar! Goodbye…”

I am not sure what to call our newest resident? Cheeky, that’s for sure! He is a sand goanna who likes my garden (well it does look a bit wild at the moment!). I’m not that keen on goannas so close, mainly cause they eat disgusting rotting things and don’t clean their teeth properly.

However, they do keep snakes away. And I REALLY don’t like snakes. No matter how much Steve Irwin tried to show me the folly of my ways (another post for that one!). So I am in a bind: get SSM to relocate our little prehistoric mate, or leave him in our garden and wonder if the billy lids are getting up close and personal with our newest “pet”.

Life in the bush… never boring!

Bush Babe

8 Comments

  • debby

    I started out thinking “No, no, no new pet…” Then you explained that they keep the snakes away. Now there’s a pickle. I hate snakes too. Question: are these critters agressive? Do they dart out at you, which may lead to brief periods of incontinence?

    Just asking.

  • Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)

    Debby – goannas are not agressive but are not that bright either (being prehistoric and all) and can mistake people for trees. They climb trees. And they have sharp fingernails. Incontinence would be a distinct possibility. Nuff said.

  • debby

    Cripes.

    If one of them climbed me like a tree, I’d have to kill it. Really. Right after I changed my pants. Ick. Ick. Ick!!!!!! Yeah. Okay. Based on that, I’d get me a dog like The Brave’s. You can hose the dog down.

  • debby

    BB, I have to tell you. The whole idea of a dinosaur, albeit a small one, suddenly darting out to climb me caused me to wet myself. Just a little. I blogged it, and referred people to your site.

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