Look, full disclosure, I did *not* grow up in the country.
But my parents did move to what I guess would technically be classified as regional Australia when I was 20, so I'm sort of like a half-half country gal.
Okay, alright, I'm a quarter country - I never actually... lived there, but I visit enough times to feel like I belong, ya know? I know how things play out in the remote reaches.
If you hear a banging on the roof, you know it's just a couple of pythons mucking around.
If the dog's going nuts, it's probably because a snake has decided to join them on the balcony for a bit of sun.
And if you forget to close the screen door? Well, you can bet your cute butt that those same snakey bois are going to come slithering inside looking for a cool drink/a tasty mouse/a fridge to hide behind (this... has happened to me).
Watch: Australia's youngest snake catcher. Post continues below.
I feel like I spend enough time at my parents' place that I am unofficially indoctrinated into this way of life. (By which I obviously mean, snakes. Everywhere, all the time.)