This story isn't really in the same vein as the thread, but might be something worth thinking about.
Just last week I was in the Queensland Gemfields. One afternoon, I'd just finished fossicking around for sapphires in some dirt out the back of one of the stores and as I walked back into the shop sombody discharged a rifle in front of the shop. A few seconds later they fired again. I asked the shopowner what her husband was shooting (expecting her to say 'rabbits' or something similar) and she replied "A King Brown". Apparently it had just come in through the open front door of the shop, stopped less than 10 ft from a couple of six year old kids, then went outside and hid in some rocks.
They said they didn't want to kill it, as they hate killing things (and I believe them on that point), but when it comes to the safety of the children of visitors to their shop they feel they have little choice. They would prefer to relocate it but there is no-one in their little town that is capable of doing that. Another reason they would prefer to relocate is because they don't like discharging rifles around six yr old kids.
I went out and had a look at it's body a few minutes later. There was a hole in its middle, and most of it's head had been blown away by the second shot. Dorsal was a uniform pale sandy colour with some black edging to some of the scales. I flipped over it's ant-covered body and saw that each ventral had at least two large bright orange spots. My guess is that it wasn't a King Brown, but an Eastern Brown (or a Western). Bit hard to tell with the head blown away.
Eastern Brown + kids. Not a good equation.
Hix
Just last week I was in the Queensland Gemfields. One afternoon, I'd just finished fossicking around for sapphires in some dirt out the back of one of the stores and as I walked back into the shop sombody discharged a rifle in front of the shop. A few seconds later they fired again. I asked the shopowner what her husband was shooting (expecting her to say 'rabbits' or something similar) and she replied "A King Brown". Apparently it had just come in through the open front door of the shop, stopped less than 10 ft from a couple of six year old kids, then went outside and hid in some rocks.
They said they didn't want to kill it, as they hate killing things (and I believe them on that point), but when it comes to the safety of the children of visitors to their shop they feel they have little choice. They would prefer to relocate it but there is no-one in their little town that is capable of doing that. Another reason they would prefer to relocate is because they don't like discharging rifles around six yr old kids.
I went out and had a look at it's body a few minutes later. There was a hole in its middle, and most of it's head had been blown away by the second shot. Dorsal was a uniform pale sandy colour with some black edging to some of the scales. I flipped over it's ant-covered body and saw that each ventral had at least two large bright orange spots. My guess is that it wasn't a King Brown, but an Eastern Brown (or a Western). Bit hard to tell with the head blown away.
Eastern Brown + kids. Not a good equation.
Hix