On a quiet evening in Lennox Head, the stillness was broken by a sound no pet owner ever wants to hear — the desperate, strangled cry of a puppy in distress.
Eighty-year-old Margaret (name withheld for privacy) had been preparing for bed when the piercing yelp of her tiny dog sent chills through her veins. Heart racing, she grabbed a flashlight and hurried into the yard. What she found froze her in place — a massive carpet python, thick and coiled, had wrapped itself around her beloved pup.
The dog whimpered, its little body trapped in the crushing embrace of the snake. For a brief moment, Margaret could hardly breathe. Then instinct — not thought — took over.
Without hesitation, the grandmother lunged forward. “Not my baby,” she muttered under her breath, grabbing at the python’s muscular coils with trembling hands. The snake hissed and struck, its fangs slicing into her skin. Once, twice, three times — each bite sharp, fiery, and cruel.
But Margaret didn’t let go.
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With the strength only love can summon, she pried the serpent off her terrified puppy and flung it aside. The python slithered away, defeated, disappearing over the fence into her neighbor’s garden.
Shaking but undeterred, Margaret didn’t stop there. She followed it — barefoot, bleeding, still holding her flashlight — determined to make sure it wouldn’t return. Eventually, she cornered the creature and relocated it to a distant shrub, far from her property.
Only when the danger was gone did she finally glance down at her arm. Blood trickled from three angry puncture marks. Her pup, meanwhile, nestled against her chest, trembling but alive.
Her daughter later snapped a photo: Margaret standing proudly in her driveway, the python’s tail still in her hand, inspecting one of the bites on her arm. The image — equal parts shocking and inspiring — quickly went viral online.
“My mum is bloody amazing,” her daughter wrote. “She got bitten three times getting that snake off her pup.”
The post exploded with comments from across Australia. “Deadset legend!” one man wrote. “They don’t make them like that anymore,” another added. “Tough as nails, and with a heart of gold.”
Dozens more chimed in — calling her “gutsy,” “brave,” and a “true Aussie trooper.” Many urged her to see a doctor, warning that even non-venomous python bites can become infected. Others expressed relief that her puppy had already been taken to the vet and given the all-clear.
Despite the storm of attention, Margaret herself wanted none of the spotlight. She politely declined interviews, her daughter explaining simply:
“Mum just did what she had to do.”
Snake catcher and wildlife expert Mathew Hampton later confirmed that while her actions were technically against regulations — handling a wild snake without a license is prohibited — he couldn’t help but admire her courage.
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“Carpet python bites are nasty,” he said. “You’re supposed to call professionals for that kind of thing. But honestly… I get it. When you see your pet in danger, your instincts take over.”
He added with a chuckle, “She’s done a great job. She’s pretty tough — tougher than most people half her age.”
For her part, Margaret brushed off the fuss. Her arm, she said, would heal. Her only concern was her four-legged companion, who still flinched at rustling leaves in the garden. Each evening since, she’s kept her dog a little closer, always glancing around before letting it play outside.
Because while she may never have planned to be a hero — that night, she became one.
In a world where so many scroll past someone else’s suffering, Margaret acted. Three bites, one puppy saved, and a reminder that love — fierce, selfless, and unyielding — can make even an 80-year-old woman braver than any snake alive.
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