How I learned to stop worrying and love the snakes in my ceiling

Overcoming my terror of new housemates was gradual but by observing them I learned that pythons can be beautiful and clever

Fifteen years ago, while perched on the back deck of my 1920s tin and timber Queenslander home in Brisbane, I realised I was being watched.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I spun around to discover a snake dangling from the lattice. Terrified, I rushed inside and locked the door. Clearly, fear is not rational, or I would have understood that serpents don’t have arms.

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