well if we are sharing snake stories,,, a long time ago (20+ years) there was a young ,handsome (some would say dashing) man that heard the call of nature and as young men are wont to do, was answering the call of nature in some bushes,. this fine young man had just ,,how do you say "release the beast from its confinement "without sounding big headed? (pun intended) when he spied a hole in the ground that was just the right size for a large rabbit or a miniature fox .(sydney fox rescue are now breeding these so they can be carried around in a hand bag) the brave young man had just started unleashing what could be called a raging torrent and thought to himself that this could be a test of his manhood ie: fill the hole before said torrent ran out.. our hero ,for surely by now we can call him such,, had just started to move his stream to attempt his heroic deed when he felt a bump upon his left thong clad foot and then a weight across said thong clad foot,,it was not a heavy weight and it was not cold slimy scaly weight, ,more a warm loving mothers hand type of weight,,our now slightly perplexed hero looked down at his thong clad left foot wondering whose mother had followed him and was now laying her hand on his thong clad foot.
dear reader,can you imagine our young hero's dismay when he discovered that it wasn't a mothers hand or in fact any hand at all that was upon his thong clad foot.. it was instead a creature of nightmare a horror straight from bowels of hell itself and it looked like it wanted to return to said hell via the rabbit hole
not wanting to impede the legless demon on its way home or to anger it by spraying slightly acidic water all over it our hero clamped down on his still raging torrent in a convulsive grip (know only to pitbulls and crocodiles) silencing said torrent in a nanosecond,,just as a side note, this causes intense pain,, so much so, that tears will occur in the manliest of men ,, so the spawn from hell went on its merry four foot way back to the underworld ,dragging its now corpse like weight over our teary manhood mangled hero's foot,,,i would like to say our hero calmly finished his business and strolled back to his awaiting companions ,,sadly he did not,,as when the last of the beasts tail had slid of his foot, our not so much brave hero released his death grip on an altogether nicer snake and high footed (as in knees to the chest) out of there, spraying not a small amount of foul smelling liquid upon his person while emitting high pitched winny sounds.
or the short version,,went for a leak,snake,ran away screaming