I got to a job yesterday (push mower day) to be told by the client, we have 1.7 metre eastern brown around here someplace, so be careful.
She had nearly stepped on on by the back step, but it moved around the front and had been laying on the path.
I said, how do you know its length...... They have a patterned path, so they noted its length against the patterns.
So where is it now, i asked.
We think its over there by that garden bed, so maybe go easy around there when you mow etc.
I started whipper snippering and getting vewy vewy nervous around the gardens, as they are quite full of plants and easy for a Joe Black to hide in.
At this point, if someone had of touched me or thrown a bit of rope in front of me, i would've soiled myself on the spot.
(That wouldn't be good either, as i still had two more mows to do, so it would've been a right old mess by home time.)
I was half way through the actual mow, when the snake catcher arrives.
I even mow for one of the snakes guys, who is pretty good, but it wasn't him yesterday.
This tosser pulls up in an old clapped out Tarago van and neither him or the van had been washed since the War of the Roses.
Old BO Plenty has no shoes on, just a bag and two snake stick things with hooks on 'em.
After talking to the client and telling her how good he was, he set about looking for the bloody thing.
Geez he was a knob and the client thought so too
The wash up was, i didn't see it, neither did BO Plenty and i gave the client the number of the guy i mow for, who catches 'em.
