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Muesli Burglar

25 Nov

Last week, I had a terrible shock. The gatehouse cottage where we live guards a private lane that opens onto a busy main road. Cars and lorries careen along this road at 60 miles per hour plus. Thanks to our walled garden, our free-running beasties can remain safe – most of the time.

Last week, I happened across a tunnel in a flowerbed near the garden wall. When I reached into it, my hand felt it open out onto the main road. Broccles the rabbit was nowhere to be seen. I am not normally a fast mover, but I sprinted through the gate and around the house that day as though I was on fire. Broccles wasn’t in the road, nor in the fields beyond.

I summoned Bunty out to help search for him, while I blocked off the tunnel and made sure the guinea pigs were still present and correct. They were feasting on windfalls, and had no intention of going anywhere. Broccles had, in fact, been sitting in an open hutch, watching Bunty frantically rushing around. Seized with participatory ebullience, he came bounding out and ran in aimless circles around Bunty and all over the garden. I nearly died with relief. It was only then that I realised the tunnel was far too small for a rabbit to fit through: my shock had obliterated this information from my awareness.

Orkney and Paddy

The next day, there was another tunnel, large enough for a determined guinea pig to squeeze through. We filled it in. The next day, there were two more tunnels. They were inside the garden, however, and not passing under the wall. Every day, more tunnels have appeared.

We wondered what could be doing all this digging. We have a mole living under our lawn, whose molehills have been growing gradually bigger over the years. It is possible that this mole could now be of a size to make these new tunnels. Perhaps it has given up on making molehills and taken to burrowing through the flowerbeds instead. Old age does strange things to a person. Then again, the tunnels might have been made by a rat, but I wondered why a rat would tunnel under the wall when it could just climb over it. Could the guinea pigs have taken up tunnelling? Could a water vole have crossed the fields to live in our garden? Whatever it is, the guinea pigs’ feed has been going down faster than usual.

Our curiosity finally got the better of us, and Bunty set up an infra-red webcam in the garden. At eleven that night, an eye glinted within the entrance to the latest tunnel. Bunty excitedly called me over to his screen, and we watched as a furry face protruded and sniffed the night air. The mystery was solved, and here is our muesli burglar:

I was Bitten by a Snake!

3 Aug

This is the snake who bit me yesterday. His name is Dave. He is a Florida king snake.

He is the beloved pet of my brother Dan, whom I am currently visiting in Wales for a few days. See how innocent Dave looks with him.

Whenever I visit Dan, I pop into the room where Dave is kept, and take him out and play with him for a bit. Yesterday, a rat was defrosting in there, and when I began to open the terrarium door, Dave was unusually keen to spring out onto me. He flickered his tongue all up and down my bare arms. Snakes can’t alter their facial expressions, but Dave had a look in his eye that seemed to say, “FOODFOODFOODFOOD! WHERE IS IT? WHERE?”

I kept my fingers clear of his mouth in case he mistook them for mice, but the aroma of the rat was pervading the room, and Dave was extremely excited. The look in his unchangeable eye suddenly said, “ah, what the heck,” and he opened his mouth very wide and clamped it onto my arm.

I suppose you could say it was more of a vehement suck than a vicious bite, but as I have never been bitten by a snake before, I am milking it for all it’s worth. Those raised semicircles show the outline of his jaws.

I stood there for a while, waiting for him to let go, but he didn’t, and the avid look didn’t leave him. He hadn’t eaten for a few days, and was hungrier than usual, but the rat wasn’t defrosted yet. I tried blowing gently on his face to encourage him to let go. He responded by puncturing my top layers of skin with the two tiny fangs he’s got in the roof of his mouth. He sucked and sucked and sucked. I had the sensation of being given a hickey.

I reached under his jaw, and gently prized it open. He relaxed hs mouth and released my arm. I felt a bit guilty for having teased him so and then not fed him. I had inadvertently begun his habitual feeding ritual. I placed him back in his tank and left him to it.

By today, the rat was completely digested. Dave emerged slowly along my arm from his terrarium, and remained docile and curious as I caressed him.