I spent last week staying in a house adjacent to (and owned by) of one of the sugar mills in the Burdekin in north Qld. I was the only one in the house except for this guy, who spent the day under the rim of the toilet (so that each time you flushed a couple of green legs appeared!), and most of the evening sitting on the toilet seat. I definately felt like I was back in north Qld!
Lot more cute than the snake under the seat in the dunny out the back of Stanthorpe.
Normally it's cold up there, but Nippy isn't the word that came to mind.