I have just spent a few days at Zimbali Coastal Forest Estate. The family thing - LUVERLY ! Monday we spent at one of the pools. All the laarnies chilling like... Then all the laarnies were commotionioning (not a real word), and vacating their loungers, and their drinks. Some were running thattaway, others were running thissaway. It was fun to watch. Although I had no idea what was going on. Then the "owner" of the gazebo that was attracting all the attention started throwing his t-shirt up into the rafters. So his wife/girlfriend left her lounger. Then his son did the same. Then his t-shirt didn't come down. Then some of the barmen came down to see what was wrong. The two, more tanned ones, immediately ran away. Two stayed nodding and pointing, and looking SERIOUS. Now I could not leave the pool, as I was in charge of my 2+ year old who wants nothing to do with those water-wing things, and is constantly intent on escaping my grasp so that he can drown himself. So I sent a runner. Small cousins are handy for this sort of thing. The runner came back and informed me that the men said it was a Green Mamba, and it was eating the Geckos. ( The First Clue, right there) The bald guy was now throwing the wife/girlfriends t-shirt at it. She didn't seem impressed . It had fancy gold writing on, it also didn't look like Mr Price price. So I sent the runner back to tell them it was more likely a Boomslang. A little less deadly, but it could still bring a salty tear to the eye. He did. The bald guy stopped throwing the expensive looking t-shirt. The barmen and another bloke shook their heads, and their hands, at "The Runner" and looked SERIOUS. The runner came back and told me they "know what we were talking about, go back to your mother!" I was hoping at this stage that the t-shirt-throwing-bald-guy and his entourage would vacate the gazebo so that we could claim it, as we only had umbrellas. He didn't. He started tossing flipflops. By now I was tiring of holding onto the ankle/arm/ear of the 2+ year old. So I left the 'safety' of the pool,with the 2+ year old, and strolled over to introduce the t-shirt-throwing-bald-guy to The Spotted Bush Snake. Which DOES eat Geckos. The 2+ year old kept saying "tuchshittuchshittuchshit" . The bald guy didn't look too convinced, but he eventually reclined and told his son to retrieve his t-shirt. The wife/girlfriend eventually came back. The snake looked thankful. The large lady had finished dragging her recliner to the other side of the pool. The bald guy didn't even offer me a beer. Personally, I wish it had been a GM. I woulda given its tail a sharp tug before returning to the pool to continue with the drowning lessons. Oh, and 660, Night Adder snake - that is tautology.