ANYBODY who saw the story about the Townsville toddler and the snakes in his wardrobe would have felt a shiver up their spine.

The thought of finding a deadly Eastern Brown in your boots or realising the tie you are putting on seems to have a life of its own is enough to make you squirm.

Donna Cumming had no idea the eggs she and three-year-old Kyle had collected were from a snake not a bird - until they hatched.

But after such a discovery, did they do what most farmers would do and show them the sharp end of a shovel?

No, they released them at a nearby sanctuary.

The sanctuary offers real "Australian wildlife experiences".

Suppose you can't get much more of an Aussie experience than nearly treading on a Joe Blake.