Now? Relieved. Earlier? [EFF!
Allow me to elucidate. This morning, my mother and I were in the process of making our breakfast, when I saw something moving in front of the window. Or rather, out of the runner of the sliding window. I soon realised what it was...
Why? Well, it was this...SNAKE!!!
My mother, who was busy filling the kettle, thought I was screaming because of something else, until my slightly-more rational brain centres engaged with my vocal cords to tell her what I was screaming about. Then, she screamed too.
The bloody thing got in through an air-hole in the sliding window that didn't have a cap on it, and was squirming around the kitchen. I beat on the kitchen bench to try and shoo it back out, while my mother decided to get a hammer and an axe, just in case. I am not kidding. She HATES snakes. And spiders. And interminable lectures on Doctor Who
She didn't use said implements, though.
We managed to scare the damned thing between a window pane and a window screen, and kept it there until the snake people picked it up.
The punchline? It was a juvenile green tree snake. And green tree snakes, funnily enough, are not only non-venomous (though given Australia's reputation for deadly snakes, it never hurts to be careful, and it may have been a baby brown snake, which is very [EFF!
]ing dangerous), but they defend themselves like skunks do.
"What have you been doing since you stole that antique TARDIS of yours, since you first landed on Skaro? Shouting 'Look at me!!! I'm not fighting a war!', while you battle the Daleks all the way through space and time."