Without attempting to mislead my vast readership, it is I who recall the resident Puff Adder, not vice versa. Puff Adders have a remarkably short memory capacity.
When I was at school, I temporarily shared my bedroom with a Puff Adder in a fish
tank in my bedroom (look, I lived in the bedroom and the Puff Adder lived in the fish tank, okay? Are you sure you’re up to reading this?) – much to the consternation of my family. During this time, my parents employed a temporary maid. One day while using a carpet sweeper (we didn’t have a vacuum cleaner in those days), the dear woman accidentally put the handle of the sweeper through the glass of the tank.
The snake grabbed the opportunity with both…er… oh forget it – and affected an escape, preceded by the maid, with a volume, velocity and agility unexpected from someone of her bulk. With bulging eyes, the howling woman high-stepped it out of the house and could not be tranquilised or coaxed back into the house for anything.
My long suffering mother’s patience, by this time, had run out completely and I was told, “Either that snake goes, or I go!” To which I replied, “Can I help you pack?”
The hiding I received thereupon, was one of the more lively I can remember and I concede, it was thoroughly deserved.