| Elder Garner and I were posted out in Wanneroo during the summer of 98. The lake had dried up, and the stink of the lakebed was very much a part of the landscape.
Our Flat stood alone in front of a Farmers Huge vegetable Patch. and like a beacon of water and shade to critters from the Farm and the lake, our flat became a guest house for all the locals. (Frogs in the toilet, snakes in the garden, and Creepy Crawleys in the grass around the house.
But the one visitor we had that kinda freaked me out were the white tailed spiders, rumored to have a flesh eating bite, and this kind of spooked me alot. I mean, I was all for losing weight, but not from these little guys.
After a long hot day out in the field, I was very ready for bed - unconsciousness being the only escape from the heat. I decided out of the blue to check my sheets, when I discovered tucked within the folds of my bedsheets a white tailed spider.
Without hesitation, I grabbed my sleeping gear, and told Elder Garner I was going to sleep in the car.
Elder Garner being the responsible senior companion, decided that because we werent allowed to sleep in seperate rooms, he would join me in the car.
Because the car wasnt that big, and I couldnt stretch my legs out sleeping in the front passenger seat. I decided I would sleep in the boot.
So i folded the backseat down, and slept with my head and upper torsoe in the Boot, and my waiste and legs stretched out through to the front Passenger seat.
Elder Garner meanwhile slept like a Shaolin Monk in the drivers seat with his legs folded up on the Steering wheel, and his chair folded back.
I managed to figure out how to open the boot from the inside, and opened it up so that I could breathe. It almost had that camping under the stars feel except that I was in the boot of a car with the boot-light shining in my eyes when ever the boot was opened to prevent me from passing out.
but hey, cant complain...i mean we got free Rock melons from the farmer...so it wasnt all that bad living there...
nevertheless we were moved to a new flat not long afterwards...never to see the white taiored spiders, the free rockmelons or the Frog in the toilet again...hahaha...
this story is 100% true, right down to the frog in the toilet...despite being told in a cheesy detective/war story monologue style. |
