hiss...

As we rode through North Melbourne today, Lankwood almost fell off his bike when he saw a guy picking up a long, long, long snake from the grass of a small median strip.

'Pish!' I said. 'You were imagining it. He was just holding a long stick ... or a hose.'

'Posh!' Lankwood said. 'I will prove it.'

And he did. As we cycled back we saw the man had not one, but two long, long, long snakes that he appeared to be 'walking' (or sliding?). Turns out he does so twice a week. He lets them get some sun, lets them have a little slither in the grass and lets them scare the crap out of passing inner-city cyclists.