I rescued this guy from our patio this morning. Size of a large earthworm. No rattle on the end so I didn’t have to worry about gloving up to throw him into the bushes. Even the larger ones don’t bother me to touch. Apparently I bailed up my Mum with a bucket of earthworms when I was a toddler, so I was perhaps born without an aversion to the slimy critters.
Probably a Sharp Tailed snake.
‘e’s named after a certain New Zealand politician. No offence to Big Trev. it takes a certain skill to persist in politics with so many years and make so many enemies that you aren’t seen as ineffectual as you might be in reality.
