If there was any doubt that I have a sphincter, there is none now.
When bodily control returned and I was actually able to move, I realised it was a tree snake and there was no reason at all to be alarmed. Well... so my mate at the other end of the phone kept assuring me.
It is an Aussie adage that the only good snake is a dead snake, so mate and I spent some time discussing the snakes fate, with my eyes firmly stuck on it. She's telling me to kill it, and I am hesitating because tree snakes don't hurt us, do they?
Then I mention that it is very close to my mudbricks... And there are gaps where the earth sits in under the roof... and my bedroom is on the other side of those mudbricks... I definately do not want it in my bedroom.
She asks me if it might be the biggest snake I've encountered in my bedroom and I tell her to stay on topic.
Despite her killing urges, I decide to move the snake on. So with phone at ear for reassurance, I get Pool Broom and move it along edge and it heads up a nearby tree. Ah, so yes - it is definately a tree snake. Stop sweating.
I decide the tree is still too close to my bedroom, so I will shake the tree so that it drops over the fence and goes into a tree further away. I put the pool broom against the trunk of the leuceana and give it a big push. The tree swings out over the fence and the snake holds on, only to swing back over my head and I swear it grinned at my frozen, contorted form as it did so.
My mate is not very helpful on the end of the phone. There were moments when I am sure she was cheering for the snake.
I tell her it is now moving out of the tree and along the trellis TOWARDS MY BEDROOM. She tells me it is probably angry now. Aaaah!

I watch as the snake considers travelling along the water pipes, and then changes its mind, turns back and DISAPPEARS UNDER THE ROOF. It leaves about 30cm of its tail sticking out just to ensure I have no doubt it is now in my bedroom.
aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I run round and into my bedroom. No sign of it.
I run back out to look for its tail. No sign of it.
I run around in circles for a bit.
I suddenly remember snakes don't like cold. So I put the airconditioner on! And the Air cooler. And the fan! My room is now emitting cyclone like winds.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
Mate tells me to calm down. So I go to office and assure her I am perfectly rational as I peer through the bedroom door and will the thing away with all number of mental hocus pocus.
Has been about 5 hours now. Tis Dark. There is still no sign of it...
*shudder*
The moral of this story: Don't assume that just because a tree snake is supposed to harmlessly exist in trees, that it will actually do as its supposed to do!