Got caught again this year (2012). TomTom came through early Sunday morning and said “Dad, Flaky died!” (very original name for his snaky – an American corn snake).
I said “NO! What happened?”
“April fool, Dad!! – and happy birthday”.
OK, I said grabbing him and tickling the blighter.
The first time I got caught on my birthday was a lifetime ago in Harrismith, when Deon Joubert phoned and said I should “Come quick: There’s a snake in the hoonahok” (chicken coop). Hopped on my bicycle and hared over to be greeted with . . .
You guessed right.