Frocodile Hunter

So we had an unpleasant surprise this afternoon… while my Sheila and I were zipping on our ice cold pint of Fosters I heard a splash in the pool. Immediately two things ran through my mind: one, it’s a giant Salty Croc that has been hunted to near extinction by some bully boys next door, or two: it is the ultra deadly Green Spotted Garden Frog. My worst fear came true, it was the frog and it had the size of a small basket ball!

Now I get called an adrenaline junkie every other minute, and I'm just fine with that. I mean, I have no fear of losing my life - if I have to save a crocodile, snake, redback spider or a frog, mate, I will save it. But this was no ordinary frog, because when the Green Spotted Garden Frog strikes, it can be that quick that if they're within range, you're dead, you're dead in your tracks. And his head weighs more than my body so it's WHACK!

But since my misses was standing on the side of the pool, I decided to catch this lethal creature with my bare hands. So here I went in and stalked silently towards my prey. But then something totally unexpected happened: the gardener from the Sunmoon resort (the place where we stayed) came walking towards to pool with a large scoop net. Before I could blink with my eyes he scooped out the frog while he said ‘sorry mates, happens all the time with this stupid toads, they just love pools!’.

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