There I was having a wondrously deep dream about pixies and fluffy bunny rabbits when suddenly out of nowhere, I felt something wet on my nekkid flesh. I sat bolt upright and realised, to my horror, it wasn't wet, it was cold. Cold-blooded to be precise.

Yes, I had found another rogue snake and this time it was wrapped around my naked sleepy body! To say I was a little traumatised would be a little bit of an understatement... So much for Salma Hayek in From Dusk Til Dawn, I was more like Indy in The Temple of Doom (or the Temple of Tiddle, as Rocker calls it). *Shudder*.

Luckily, I soon came to my senses and realised it was just Lizzie, and not some cold-blooded killer out to suck my soul out via my mouth, and all was well. But I have felt a little freaked all day to tell the truth. *Double Shudder*.

Poor Liz.