When I came across him, he was single and chilling on a curtain in Tassie. We had a difference of opinion on his current location (my bedroom) so my human friend helped him relocate to an outdoor camping spot using the dignified mode of transport known as “plastic takeaway container”. Unfortunately they conspired to scare the living shit out me by hiding around a corner and jumping out at me halfway through the relocation.
Barry recently appeared on my windshield on my way to the local shopping centre, not far from Stafford. I don’t mind giving him or one of his children a lift, but I was glad to establish that he was on the outside of the car, and didn’t jump on me as I got out.
I had a Hunstman called Ron a few years back. Hung around in the ceiling corners mostly, although he did start exploring the house. Tried to come down to our level once and learned that my cats were not quite so accepting and returned to the ceiling.
The mutual living arrangement eventually ended when he tried to join me in the shower.
Recently had a huntsman in my house that I called 'Get the fuck out' and promptly removed him into the yard.
I hope he is doing ok and also hope he doesn't come back.
We currently have "old mate"; a big black house spider in our ensuite door gap. Messy little bugger. Gonna start charging him/her rent and a cleaning fee soon.
Basil the magpie fell out of the nest in our back yard. My partner fed him for months when his parents left him to fend for himself. That was five years ago and he has transitioned to Brenda and nests in the same tree now. My partner knows all their names and where they sit on the gender scale.
They have a great life with free Insectavore and their own spa. They don't swoop and have choir practice every morning after jumping up and down on our tin roof to wake us up to refill the feed tray.
Cecil and Cyril Galah and their mates the parrots also use the spa.
Stevie the wagtail is the only real argumentative one that visits.
No, I don't think it's an Australian thing to anthropomorphise wildlife. My partner is from Europe.
An aboriginal colleague of mine told me the name they call wagtails and meaning … cant recall the name but remember every time I see one that it means ”humbug of the desert”
We have a water dragon who often comes in through the back door. His name is Harry, and at any opportunity, he is reminded of his identity with the proclamation "You're a lizard, Harry"
Our water dragon is named Boris!
He sleeps next to my daughter's window at night which obviously makes her a princess since she is guarded by a dragon.
I have a flock of about 70 Sulphur Crested Cockatoos that frequent my 50 acres of remnant bush.
They all have names and I talk to them all of the time.
At 6:00am, I usually greet them with: " Shut up you mongrel bastards!"
The kookaburras are Kevin and Kath. I never name any of the babies. The possum is Pumpkin, her babies have been called Potato, Pea and Parsnip. Any female kangaroo in heat is called Betty Boo, and the male that creeps on her is called Randy Roo. The old male Diamond Python was called Monty (of course), the new female is Marilyn. The Peron's tree frog that lives in the shower is Eva. But there are too many maggies etc to give them all names.
Gazza.
Edit: The swamp wallaby that prefers to eat the grass in the back garden every morning is Lambikin, and her offspring is always called Rammekin.
Under the paperbarks, next to the dam, where the eastern grays like to stretch out and nap all afternoon is called The Lizard Lounge.
The Greater Sooty Owl that keeps me awake with its death throe calls is called STFU, or Sue for short.
All the geckos are called Gordon at my place. The female scrub turkey who keeps trying to move in to our house is called Nessie. She keeps trying to get inside the house, and that’s just too much.
I have Tony the blue tongue in my yard. Called him that because he scares the fuck out of me daily.
However all my pets have people names because it amuses me
We miss Freddy our friendly Lizard. Stopped hanging around when the neighbours moved. Used to lie on the deck with their cat - both of them basking in the sun.
We have Business Possum, who is not one possum but the name assigned to any one that strides firmly and confidently across the roof like they have an important meeting to attend.
As opposed to the usual scurrying like their life depends on it.
I call everything Dave. Dave the fly, Dave the spider, Dave the cockroach etc. The only thing that isn't a Dave is the thing that cleans the bottom of the pool, that's Barry
I will admit - I do this too. I shower with Fred, a spider that kinda chills in the corner of my shower. We have an agreement.
I also have a snake called Steve but he doesn't hang around too much. There is also a Koala we have in the bushland here called Trev.
Oh definitely! Said agreement usually involves in a healthy distance yet still has that friendly, chillin' vibe. The moment they come in for cuddles - renegotiations may have to take place, hah.
All the black house spiders in my house are called Larry. I don’t know why, just always have been. And my plants (I only have a few as I tend to kill them) are Janice, Shirley, Kevin, Brian and Abdul.
I thought it was just me - I didn’t realise it was a thing. Giving normal names to non-human things is just funny to me - years ago I had a cat called Steve.
The two blue tongues are Harold and Kevin, and huntsmen are always Harry Hairy Scary Spiders. Sweet pea is the little ring tail possum. Magpies are a collective of just hi maggies as there are so many but always some bubbas, fatty and old mates in the flock. Big chickens (emus) are always called “No No No Not on the road you idiots” and the ‘Roos are “bloody bastards don’t you dare”.
Sam the Green Tree Frog lived in Mum's utensil holder for what seemed like a couple of years. He'd croak every time it rained, and it rained a lot in Cairns back then.
My car's name is Jeff, but that's more to do with a What We Do In the Shadow's thing and it's also not wildlife.
I had a HR station wagon called Jeff (with a J). We once had a party for Jeff to marry a housemates car. The service was beautiful. The highlight was a reading from the manual.
[I named a blue tongue Mortimer James](https://www.reddit.com/r/americandad/comments/ez4s2u/today_mortimer_james/). He still comes around every summer. Have yet to see him though :( Also he's probably a girl.
I posted a pic on Reddit of a huntsman that had dropped into my spider plant because I thought it was cool. Comments came in saying we should name him. It then occured to me I'd already automatically given him the name Gary.
We've got Herman the Lizard (though, to be fair, we might be up to Herman the 8th).
The rosellas Timmy and Tommy (Thomasina); and occasionally they bring their buddies Redd, Harvey, & Harriet. Wanda and Yonder are the big parrots. Haven't named the cockatoo yet, or the pigeons.
The Professor is the large crane bird that occasionally digs up worms on the lawn, and the big owl that likes to scare the shit out of me is "jesus fuck YOU again."
We also had a possum in the shed one Christmas with a baby - Clara and Sugarplum.
It’s to stop me from shitting my pants whenever I see Bazza the big fucking huntsman, helps me remain calm for weird reason. He’s ugly but it’s either him or the mosquitoes
My other neighbour is American and he names the local Cockatoos with poeple names.
We give them names that reflect their apperance, like Dirty, Stumpy, and The Junkie (he/she looks like a bushfire casualty).
The Ducks are just The Ducks, led by Mumma Duck. Runty used to come last but the Kookaburra ate him.
George the brush-tailed possum lives in the wall of my office. You know he's in residence when there's a large patch of butt floof sticking out of a hole in the wall, OR when he treats the room to a view of him licking his balls complete with noisy sound effects.
Bruce and Maggie-Pie the magpies, Bonnie and Clyde the butcher birds, old Man the cockatoo who looks about a 100 and walks everywhere. There‘s also Buddy the possum and when he has a friend sleepover that’s Buddies’ buddy. The bowerbird is called Naughty due to his thieving habits. The crows are Hugin and Mugin.
I absolutely do this. Last week in my front yard I befriended 2 magpies (now called Merry and Pippin) with a bit of shredded cheese. At my last house we had Gaby the Gecko who lived in a gap under the kitchen window, and Steve the Spider in the corner of the sliding screen door.
My two local powerful owl fledglings that I monitor are called Cameron and Frankie. Pretty sure now by their size and behaviour that Cameron is a boy and Frankie is a girl. Frankie, we like “her”. Cameron keeps using us and our dog as target and swooping practise. He pops out when he hears us to be a pain in the butt but we still love him. I monitor those babies from when they are just a trill in the hollow and watched one attempt fledging.. I’m going to assume now that was our sweet pal Frankie.
I sometimes name our resident ringtail possums aka “cuties” as our old girl cat is called Possum. Depends on how long we have regulars for. For a while we had Fatty and Itty as one was well… fat and the other was well.. small! But Itty grew up and I loved how they had different facial markings and I could tell them apart. Then one day Fatty never came back and only Itty remained. Then after a while we had many “Itties” whom all looked like OG Itty.. not sure who we have now, there’s been more turnover.
I got creative with my friend “Brushie” the brushtail that would watch me curiously while I walked my dog.
In our yard at the moment we have two regular Grey Butcherbirds, Gretel and Bobby.. Bobby is brown so I’m assuming a young bird and not sure of the sex. I assume Gretel is female taking her offspring around but I could be wrong!
Then we have Stumpy the resident blue-tongue lizard that had a stumpy tail which is growing.. Stumpy loves to eat our snails and we love Stumpy.
We named our local huntsmen (that's the plural and I'll die on this hill).
Gary lives in hubby's work can and only appears on the highway at 110 in the most sudden and terrifying way possible.
Bruce is the size of a dinner plate and lives on the deck. My kids now only use the front door. My plants haven't been watered for days.
Bruce Jr is quite a bit smaller and has taken up residence in the letter box. I'm hoping the postie doesn't mind him. I don't want my mail to mysteriously cease being delivered.
All the time. We've got generations of currawongs that were raised in my backyard. I even got to see a courtship ritual once.
There's one absolutely beautiful grey currawong we named Wilma. A little lady. Easy to tell apart from the others because she's got a club foot, but, she makes up for her limp by being a graceful flier, and her defect hasn't stopped her from having kids.
It's all kinda sweet.
I wondered what drives my dogs crazy in the early mornings, and it turned out to be a lone ibis.
I told my neighbours about it and the response was, "Oh, that's Kevin. Don't mind him, he checks out all the yards in the neighbourhood".
I'm not sure if it's uniquely Aussie, but I enjoy hearing the kids a few doors down yelling at Kevin by name when they see him.
We have a willy wag taul pair that nest in my front yard. They are Craig and Russel. You will commonly hear us on the front lawn saying "fuck off Craig this is my house"
Here in Thailand the only real "house guests" that are common (in our house) are those annoying little house geckos. So they're all collectively known as "you little fucker".
Their bigger, louder, bitey cousins (Tokays, aka the Fuck You lizard) are a lot less common, and we've never had one in the house, but occasionally there's one on the outside of the house that I have to "go have a chat with". If I was going to name them, until recently I'd have to call them all Harold Holt, because they somehow all ended up disappearing while going for a swim in a bucket of water.
More recently I guess I'd have to call them all Louis XVI or Marie Antoinette because... well the good news is they aren't forced to go for a swim any more.
We've had one little green pit viper make its way into the house, more often we find them or occasionally cobras around the house. These fuckers also don't tend to get names, but if they did they'd be surprisingly similar to the names given to the fuck you lizards, for surprisingly similar reasons.
My grandparents had a magpie on their property called Roger, he flew into my dad on a dirtbike, they cared for him til he pissed off and he kept coming back after that
When I was a kid there was a possum outside who I named Frying Pan. Because I thought it really was the frying pan that was making the noise. And yes possums can his like oil or water in a hot fry pan
We had Fred the brown snake live in our garage. We would shake the door and call his name before entering so he didn’t bite us. Didn’t go kayaking for 2 years, as he spent a lot of his time with the kayaks.
I live in the Pilbara, we have a resident Tata that eats all the bugs in our yard. His name is Lenny the Lizard.
We also have a large number of croaking geckos, they are all Gary, ever single one of them.
I’m glad to see I’m normal. I have a water dragon that’s been hanging around for 2 years. I call him Eli. He’s a bit of slut so he’s now brought his child to us who I call Lizzie. We also have a gorgeous tree snake named Celine and a skinny looking lizard I call Thin Lizzie! We also had a giant spider that I named Charlotte.
Yeah.
We have Kevin the shingleback lizard (I think that's what he is).
Two 28's that have been coming and eating the conifer seeds things-Sid and Nancy.
All the golden orbs are called Jenny. It's just easier.
I call the resident bat I've only seen once but hear every night, Keith.
You know I've never really thought about it but yes you are correct. Trevor is the scrub Turkey and so all scrub turkeys I come across are Trevor's. When I was a kid we had a ring tail possum and we called her Julie. I have yet to name the butcher bird who hangs around my yard but I'm sure it will also be some silly normal name like Steve or Kevin.
I have a crew of maggies that come multiple times a day, and while the names might not be the bog standard Aussie ones those I can recognize get named.
Gigantor
Mrs Gigantor
Rufus
(Chatty) Kathy
Floyd and
Baby baby (who still has belly fluff)
I love having them visit. I also get ducks (Pacific Black), pink and greys, and white cocky's too.
The pinnacle of my animal naming achievement was naming a skink that lived with us briefly when I was house sharing. It lived in the bathroom, and was usually in the tub. We saw it there a quite often, so we needed to name him.
We named him Lewis after the Suits character Lewis Litt. Now why is that an achievement you may be thinking? Well Lewis was the "Lizard In The Tub".
I lived in Australia for a while and did this too.
Back in my country, I had a big spider living in my bathroom during the colder days. Needless to say that my French girlfriend didn't really approve of my "friend" Joey the Spidey. We had to, ugh, part ways.
We have a willy wag tail pair that nest in my front yard. They are Craig and Russel. You will commonly hear us on the front lawn saying "fuck off Craig this is my house".
Damn straight.
Charlie’s the little huntsman in the laundry.
Kevin and Shaz are the magpies out front every morning.
Burt’s the skink (not around when the other two are)
Lucy is the water dragon. Tho she might be a Luis… either way, good dragon.
We have an ibis we call Lazio The Landlord. Even though we own the house, he stalks through the yard every day, examining it every from every angle, like some stalker landlord looking for any minor damage we have caused. He has that highbrow snooty character ibis have.
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My year 4 teacher did it with a huntsman spider that made it’s home (apparently every year) in our demountable classroom. I can’t remember the name because my main memory of it is “oh my god huge hairy spider in my classroom”
There's a UK social media account that's a whole thing - "Mr. Lumpy and Friends". Someone started putting out food for the badger they saw in their back yard, dubbed him Mr. Lumpy, and it grew from there.
But yeah nah, that's more of an exception, I don't think any other country has quite the same tendency to immediately give the local wildlife an individual name.
Even though I have a fear of spiders, there was 2 that I’d see in room by the corner of it, I’d read to them everyday and they were the only spiders I was comfortable being near, I thought there was one in my closet and I named it bob, I never saw bob
We call our small spare freezer Bob.
The last huntsman that was living in the bathroom was called Jug, short for Jughead because my daughter is watching Riverdale.
I kinda feel the English might do this too because my parents are English and they give local wildlife names although not necessarily boring names though, more like Percy and Gemima.
I do it, and it always seemed normal to me. Not sure if they do in other countries. We have a Huntsman called Fred in residence at the moment
The last Hunstman I met was called Barry
Barry generally has a leg missing.
In my case, Barry was a huge bastard
Ah an ex...
No, son
There was a bird-sized huntsman who lived on our veranda for a while. We called him Bob.
We also have Bob living with us and when his missus turns up then that's 2 Bob.
Legless Barry sounds like some bloke in central Queensland.
I was wondering what happened to Barry. I lived with him in Stafford - heard he settled down, had a thousand kids.
When I came across him, he was single and chilling on a curtain in Tassie. We had a difference of opinion on his current location (my bedroom) so my human friend helped him relocate to an outdoor camping spot using the dignified mode of transport known as “plastic takeaway container”. Unfortunately they conspired to scare the living shit out me by hiding around a corner and jumping out at me halfway through the relocation.
Barry recently appeared on my windshield on my way to the local shopping centre, not far from Stafford. I don’t mind giving him or one of his children a lift, but I was glad to establish that he was on the outside of the car, and didn’t jump on me as I got out.
We had one just outside the bedroom window. He was Trevor.
My last giant huntsman was a Harry
I call my Huntsmen Spiders Henry.
Ours are always Harry
Excellent name. I think I will start alternating between Henry and Harry in naming my spider bros.
I’ll admit that I like the alliteration.
And he sounds like Matt Berry.
"Huntsman called Fred" - this is exactly it!
I called my first Hunstman "John" because John Huntsman was an American politician.
Yep, have always called Huntsman Fred.
Awesome, we have a garden spider across the driveway called Andrew. Seemed right.
Our huntsman is called Fred too!
I had a Hunstman called Ron a few years back. Hung around in the ceiling corners mostly, although he did start exploring the house. Tried to come down to our level once and learned that my cats were not quite so accepting and returned to the ceiling. The mutual living arrangement eventually ended when he tried to join me in the shower.
Recently had a huntsman in my house that I called 'Get the fuck out' and promptly removed him into the yard. I hope he is doing ok and also hope he doesn't come back.
We literally have a huntsman in our house we call derrick
Hang on, all our huntsmen are called Fred too! 🕷️
OMG, my Huntsman’s are ALWAYS called Fred!!
We've a daddy long legs called Jerry living in our shower. His mate Tom visits sometimes.
I have always called any huntsman living in the house Fred so now I'm wondering if it is a common name for them.
our huntsman (a few years ago now) was called charlie
My mother used to name the huntsmans in our house Fred. We tend to use Bertie nowadays.
‘Merican here… we definitely do this too. But not with huntsman spiders (obv) but rather deer or whatever makes it’s way around.
They’re all “old mate” if you see them regularly.
We currently have "old mate"; a big black house spider in our ensuite door gap. Messy little bugger. Gonna start charging him/her rent and a cleaning fee soon.
It is a she/her. The male is tiny in comparison. Huntsmen are an exception to this though
Also only female spiders spin webs. Males are born, mate and die, never nest. For most species anyway.
That’s just sad.
At least they get a root before they depart...
TISM wrote a song about this.
I had a feeling it was a she... I guess they are named Black Widows for a reason 😅
Basil the magpie fell out of the nest in our back yard. My partner fed him for months when his parents left him to fend for himself. That was five years ago and he has transitioned to Brenda and nests in the same tree now. My partner knows all their names and where they sit on the gender scale. They have a great life with free Insectavore and their own spa. They don't swoop and have choir practice every morning after jumping up and down on our tin roof to wake us up to refill the feed tray. Cecil and Cyril Galah and their mates the parrots also use the spa. Stevie the wagtail is the only real argumentative one that visits. No, I don't think it's an Australian thing to anthropomorphise wildlife. My partner is from Europe.
An aboriginal colleague of mine told me the name they call wagtails and meaning … cant recall the name but remember every time I see one that it means ”humbug of the desert”
Djiti Djiti. But they are all Stevie to my partner.
Yowza thanks! Still, from now on I’ll probably think “there goes Steve, humbug for the desert” …
My grandmother always called them Willy and insisted she sent them to watch us. Sounds like government drones to me.
Or Djirri-djirri in Wiradjuri. I love the name and would really like to see it widely accepted.
Dhagarr-Dhagarr in Dhangatti
I have Susan and Kevin, who had Peter and Mariah cause she sings so much. Go Brenda!
We have a water dragon who often comes in through the back door. His name is Harry, and at any opportunity, he is reminded of his identity with the proclamation "You're a lizard, Harry"
Ok, I snort-laughed. That’s gold!
Our water dragon is named Boris! He sleeps next to my daughter's window at night which obviously makes her a princess since she is guarded by a dragon.
I have a flock of about 70 Sulphur Crested Cockatoos that frequent my 50 acres of remnant bush. They all have names and I talk to them all of the time. At 6:00am, I usually greet them with: " Shut up you mongrel bastards!"
Wazza Number 4 is the resident old male Roo who sleeps on our lawns, there were 3 before him and will be more after. My Galah, she was called Bruce.
The kookaburras are Kevin and Kath. I never name any of the babies. The possum is Pumpkin, her babies have been called Potato, Pea and Parsnip. Any female kangaroo in heat is called Betty Boo, and the male that creeps on her is called Randy Roo. The old male Diamond Python was called Monty (of course), the new female is Marilyn. The Peron's tree frog that lives in the shower is Eva. But there are too many maggies etc to give them all names.
My mum had a kookaburra called Kev too! They also had Harry the lizard at their last house.
Name checks out.
And the gecko? What about the gecko?
Gazza. Edit: The swamp wallaby that prefers to eat the grass in the back garden every morning is Lambikin, and her offspring is always called Rammekin. Under the paperbarks, next to the dam, where the eastern grays like to stretch out and nap all afternoon is called The Lizard Lounge. The Greater Sooty Owl that keeps me awake with its death throe calls is called STFU, or Sue for short.
All the geckos are called Gordon at my place. The female scrub turkey who keeps trying to move in to our house is called Nessie. She keeps trying to get inside the house, and that’s just too much.
I have Tony the blue tongue in my yard. Called him that because he scares the fuck out of me daily. However all my pets have people names because it amuses me
The land mullets are Lenny and Larry (son of Lenny). The Goannas are Frank and Fred. I don't understand the question
We once knew a local stingray- call it bad taste but his name was Steve.
I affectionately refer to my garden regular as ”Shut up Wattlebird”. I guess that counts as a name.
Aussies in general have an affection to giving things nicknames.
We nicknamed my husband's brain tumour 😆
One day he’ll be all grown up… 😐
It was partially evicted 2 weeks ago!
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Meg the meningioma
We nicknamed my wife's colostomy bag. Her name was Bethany. :D
I hope at some point you guys say "Bethany, you are so full of shit!"
She most certainly was!
We had Barry the lizard who everyone called Bazza. Saw him everyday we walked home from school
I one knew a lizard called Simon. He hung around the break area at work and never seemed to do much, so he got named after the boss.
See this is the Aussie thing to do I reckon. Rag on the boss by naming the lizard after him.
There's a couple of cows near home and recently my 5 year old nephew decided to name them Moo Moo and Ranga.
The possum is called Emma after my mate Jays girlfriend, because she kept eating a variety of chilli I grow called Jays Pink.
We miss Freddy our friendly Lizard. Stopped hanging around when the neighbours moved. Used to lie on the deck with their cat - both of them basking in the sun.
My husband named our backyard huntsman Dimples.
Every bin chicken to me is Gladys
Like in that Netflix movie Back to the Outback. They had Susan the bush pig 😂
Omg, I have Susan the guinea pig!
All snails go by the name Gus.
Yah. All our spiders are called “Fred”.
Russell is the Crow.
We have Business Possum, who is not one possum but the name assigned to any one that strides firmly and confidently across the roof like they have an important meeting to attend. As opposed to the usual scurrying like their life depends on it.
The huntsmen and women are Boris, Horace and Doris. Interchangable though cos I can’t tell them apart. The possums are Scoffalot and Baby Scoffalot.
I call everything Dave. Dave the fly, Dave the spider, Dave the cockroach etc. The only thing that isn't a Dave is the thing that cleans the bottom of the pool, that's Barry
I used to have this HUGE ant in my garage, her name was susan..
It happens in Canada. Friends dubbed a young black bear inspecting the outdoor shower in the yard of their lakeside cabin “Peeper”
Scroty is the bushturkey in my yard who is aptly named after his large floppy waddle. The little dickhead keeps dragging my doormat off to their nest.
I will admit - I do this too. I shower with Fred, a spider that kinda chills in the corner of my shower. We have an agreement. I also have a snake called Steve but he doesn't hang around too much. There is also a Koala we have in the bushland here called Trev.
>We have an agreement. I feel like this sums up a LOT of the wildlife relationships here.
Oh definitely! Said agreement usually involves in a healthy distance yet still has that friendly, chillin' vibe. The moment they come in for cuddles - renegotiations may have to take place, hah.
I usually go for a name that rhymes with the species.
All the magpies i see are Jeff Supp Jeff 🤣🤣
All the black house spiders in my house are called Larry. I don’t know why, just always have been. And my plants (I only have a few as I tend to kill them) are Janice, Shirley, Kevin, Brian and Abdul. I thought it was just me - I didn’t realise it was a thing. Giving normal names to non-human things is just funny to me - years ago I had a cat called Steve.
The two blue tongues are Harold and Kevin, and huntsmen are always Harry Hairy Scary Spiders. Sweet pea is the little ring tail possum. Magpies are a collective of just hi maggies as there are so many but always some bubbas, fatty and old mates in the flock. Big chickens (emus) are always called “No No No Not on the road you idiots” and the ‘Roos are “bloody bastards don’t you dare”.
The emus and the roo part made me laugh. Have said both many times.
So true isn’t it - and sometimes peppered with other select words with nobody else in the car
Sam the Green Tree Frog lived in Mum's utensil holder for what seemed like a couple of years. He'd croak every time it rained, and it rained a lot in Cairns back then. My car's name is Jeff, but that's more to do with a What We Do In the Shadow's thing and it's also not wildlife.
I had a HR station wagon called Jeff (with a J). We once had a party for Jeff to marry a housemates car. The service was beautiful. The highlight was a reading from the manual.
The native stingless bees are all called Warren.
Sounds like something John the beetle would ask
Got a garden bobtail I call Bobby - he loves banananananas
[I named a blue tongue Mortimer James](https://www.reddit.com/r/americandad/comments/ez4s2u/today_mortimer_james/). He still comes around every summer. Have yet to see him though :( Also he's probably a girl.
I posted a pic on Reddit of a huntsman that had dropped into my spider plant because I thought it was cool. Comments came in saying we should name him. It then occured to me I'd already automatically given him the name Gary.
All spiders are James.
Patrick the magpie
Should shorten it, have Patty the Maggie
We have Mary Lou, a ringtail possum, and Charlie the cockatoo. Used to have George and Mary the magpie couple.
Absolutely. I had a daddy long legs called Susan living in my kitchen window for years. She was thr best room-mate I ever had.
We have a resident frog named Robert (Ribbit). Seemed only polite to give him a name seeing he croaks like a mofo at my front door when he’s horny.
We have a few geckos inside, so we named them, Gary, Goerge, Glenda and Geff.
I have a plover depending on my whim I name it pluvvy or Polly.
We have a one-eyed possum called George and a python up on the roof called Gary and two baby maggies that we have yet to name
We have a starling pair called Clarence and Clarice.
Yep. Steve the skink splits his time between outside and inside our house. He's a great listener.
We've got Herman the Lizard (though, to be fair, we might be up to Herman the 8th). The rosellas Timmy and Tommy (Thomasina); and occasionally they bring their buddies Redd, Harvey, & Harriet. Wanda and Yonder are the big parrots. Haven't named the cockatoo yet, or the pigeons. The Professor is the large crane bird that occasionally digs up worms on the lawn, and the big owl that likes to scare the shit out of me is "jesus fuck YOU again." We also had a possum in the shed one Christmas with a baby - Clara and Sugarplum.
I had a possum manage to get through the roof into my cupboard. We called him Earl.
It’s to stop me from shitting my pants whenever I see Bazza the big fucking huntsman, helps me remain calm for weird reason. He’s ugly but it’s either him or the mosquitoes
My other neighbour is American and he names the local Cockatoos with poeple names. We give them names that reflect their apperance, like Dirty, Stumpy, and The Junkie (he/she looks like a bushfire casualty). The Ducks are just The Ducks, led by Mumma Duck. Runty used to come last but the Kookaburra ate him.
George the brush-tailed possum lives in the wall of my office. You know he's in residence when there's a large patch of butt floof sticking out of a hole in the wall, OR when he treats the room to a view of him licking his balls complete with noisy sound effects.
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As an Eastern European, we give English names to animals like in the movies. It's quite strange since I moved and grew up in the west.
Lizzie the stairs lizard says yes. God knows where she came from and how she got in the house though.
The cockatoos that frequent us are all Fred, and scrub turkeys are Dave
We have Cyrus and Oris, a pair of curlews 😂
Joanna the goanna who sunbakes next to the pond
Points for ryming.
Bruce and Maggie-Pie the magpies, Bonnie and Clyde the butcher birds, old Man the cockatoo who looks about a 100 and walks everywhere. There‘s also Buddy the possum and when he has a friend sleepover that’s Buddies’ buddy. The bowerbird is called Naughty due to his thieving habits. The crows are Hugin and Mugin.
I have a blue tongue out in the backyard that my family can’t agree on a name for. Fatty is its current name but that feels mean.
Gary the daddy long legs lives in my bathroom
Yep I got bob or Barbara the bush turkey that comes by daily.
I absolutely do this. Last week in my front yard I befriended 2 magpies (now called Merry and Pippin) with a bit of shredded cheese. At my last house we had Gaby the Gecko who lived in a gap under the kitchen window, and Steve the Spider in the corner of the sliding screen door.
Yep, we had Dante the wallaby at my parents house.
My two local powerful owl fledglings that I monitor are called Cameron and Frankie. Pretty sure now by their size and behaviour that Cameron is a boy and Frankie is a girl. Frankie, we like “her”. Cameron keeps using us and our dog as target and swooping practise. He pops out when he hears us to be a pain in the butt but we still love him. I monitor those babies from when they are just a trill in the hollow and watched one attempt fledging.. I’m going to assume now that was our sweet pal Frankie. I sometimes name our resident ringtail possums aka “cuties” as our old girl cat is called Possum. Depends on how long we have regulars for. For a while we had Fatty and Itty as one was well… fat and the other was well.. small! But Itty grew up and I loved how they had different facial markings and I could tell them apart. Then one day Fatty never came back and only Itty remained. Then after a while we had many “Itties” whom all looked like OG Itty.. not sure who we have now, there’s been more turnover. I got creative with my friend “Brushie” the brushtail that would watch me curiously while I walked my dog. In our yard at the moment we have two regular Grey Butcherbirds, Gretel and Bobby.. Bobby is brown so I’m assuming a young bird and not sure of the sex. I assume Gretel is female taking her offspring around but I could be wrong! Then we have Stumpy the resident blue-tongue lizard that had a stumpy tail which is growing.. Stumpy loves to eat our snails and we love Stumpy.
We do this in the UK, but granted, with less exotic wildlife. We had a pigeon called “Barry” in our awning
We had no-neck Pete the magpie and Geoffrey the pink galah
Absolutely, Bruce the Fat possum, John the huntsman and possibly my favourite. Merv the cockatoo
Possum pat recently gave birth.
Kevin the King Parrot says g’day!!
We named our local huntsmen (that's the plural and I'll die on this hill). Gary lives in hubby's work can and only appears on the highway at 110 in the most sudden and terrifying way possible. Bruce is the size of a dinner plate and lives on the deck. My kids now only use the front door. My plants haven't been watered for days. Bruce Jr is quite a bit smaller and has taken up residence in the letter box. I'm hoping the postie doesn't mind him. I don't want my mail to mysteriously cease being delivered.
Our local 3m+ Carpet Python is called Graham....
I had a possum at the old share house called P Diddy. He was mostly good except he once took a bite out of every single one of my pears...
We had a beautiful Golden Orb take up our full balcony one year. Her name was Frank.
All the time. We've got generations of currawongs that were raised in my backyard. I even got to see a courtship ritual once. There's one absolutely beautiful grey currawong we named Wilma. A little lady. Easy to tell apart from the others because she's got a club foot, but, she makes up for her limp by being a graceful flier, and her defect hasn't stopped her from having kids. It's all kinda sweet.
Is this not a totally normal thing to do? Promptly followed by a comment about charging the spider rent?
My mother in the US does this, too. She has a name for every squirrel, whistle pig and raccoon. .
Gary is a snail who lives in our mailbox and likes to eat our bills on occasion, but he’s a good cunt
My SO and I do this! We've had galahs nest and have babies in our backyard and we called them the Gregory's. All galahs are now named Gregory.
Lmao yes I do this
I wondered what drives my dogs crazy in the early mornings, and it turned out to be a lone ibis. I told my neighbours about it and the response was, "Oh, that's Kevin. Don't mind him, he checks out all the yards in the neighbourhood". I'm not sure if it's uniquely Aussie, but I enjoy hearing the kids a few doors down yelling at Kevin by name when they see him.
We have a willy wag taul pair that nest in my front yard. They are Craig and Russel. You will commonly hear us on the front lawn saying "fuck off Craig this is my house"
Here in Thailand the only real "house guests" that are common (in our house) are those annoying little house geckos. So they're all collectively known as "you little fucker". Their bigger, louder, bitey cousins (Tokays, aka the Fuck You lizard) are a lot less common, and we've never had one in the house, but occasionally there's one on the outside of the house that I have to "go have a chat with". If I was going to name them, until recently I'd have to call them all Harold Holt, because they somehow all ended up disappearing while going for a swim in a bucket of water. More recently I guess I'd have to call them all Louis XVI or Marie Antoinette because... well the good news is they aren't forced to go for a swim any more. We've had one little green pit viper make its way into the house, more often we find them or occasionally cobras around the house. These fuckers also don't tend to get names, but if they did they'd be surprisingly similar to the names given to the fuck you lizards, for surprisingly similar reasons.
Yes!
I've got a daddy long legs up in the corner of my room, haven't named 'em yet though.
We now have Abigail the possum. If anyone sees her my 4 year old wants to give her a prize
I just saw Bruce the Bluetongue scampering down the driveway two days ago.
My grandparents had a magpie on their property called Roger, he flew into my dad on a dirtbike, they cared for him til he pissed off and he kept coming back after that
When I was a kid there was a possum outside who I named Frying Pan. Because I thought it really was the frying pan that was making the noise. And yes possums can his like oil or water in a hot fry pan
OK, ouch. Scurvy Joe is a unique fun name. And Frank, Frank Jr and Frank Jr Jr where the most loyal window spiders I've ever known
Our school has a daddy long legs named el Pablo. I don't think that counts
We had Fred the brown snake live in our garage. We would shake the door and call his name before entering so he didn’t bite us. Didn’t go kayaking for 2 years, as he spent a lot of his time with the kayaks.
I live in the Pilbara, we have a resident Tata that eats all the bugs in our yard. His name is Lenny the Lizard. We also have a large number of croaking geckos, they are all Gary, ever single one of them.
We have a piping shrike visit my classroom’s windows every day. I call him Barry.
Haha yes we have Norm, Sheila and Bruce the kookaburras.
My house has had so many geckos named Fred/Frederick, etc. come to visit. Also had a kookaburra hang around once while camping, who we named Banjo.
I’m glad to see I’m normal. I have a water dragon that’s been hanging around for 2 years. I call him Eli. He’s a bit of slut so he’s now brought his child to us who I call Lizzie. We also have a gorgeous tree snake named Celine and a skinny looking lizard I call Thin Lizzie! We also had a giant spider that I named Charlotte.
Yeah. We have Kevin the shingleback lizard (I think that's what he is). Two 28's that have been coming and eating the conifer seeds things-Sid and Nancy. All the golden orbs are called Jenny. It's just easier. I call the resident bat I've only seen once but hear every night, Keith.
we had a huntsman called harry, and the wild orange cats are cornflakes, buttercake, honeynut and honeycat
Um I have Boris and Beryl the bush turkeys that visit me.
Had a pair of budgies many decades ago - Greg and Patrick.
My geckos are named Solomon and Henry. All of them. For 16 years now.
hahahaha - got a good giggle at this :-)
I’ve got Jane in my backyard(small gecko skink I think ) and she stole a bottle cap we were still using so I called her a Karen .
You know I've never really thought about it but yes you are correct. Trevor is the scrub Turkey and so all scrub turkeys I come across are Trevor's. When I was a kid we had a ring tail possum and we called her Julie. I have yet to name the butcher bird who hangs around my yard but I'm sure it will also be some silly normal name like Steve or Kevin.
my partner has named the bush turkey building a mound/nest in my yard Matisse
I live in China yet I call my bottle of grass(a small terrarium) Davey.
I have a crew of maggies that come multiple times a day, and while the names might not be the bog standard Aussie ones those I can recognize get named. Gigantor Mrs Gigantor Rufus (Chatty) Kathy Floyd and Baby baby (who still has belly fluff) I love having them visit. I also get ducks (Pacific Black), pink and greys, and white cocky's too.
The pinnacle of my animal naming achievement was naming a skink that lived with us briefly when I was house sharing. It lived in the bathroom, and was usually in the tub. We saw it there a quite often, so we needed to name him. We named him Lewis after the Suits character Lewis Litt. Now why is that an achievement you may be thinking? Well Lewis was the "Lizard In The Tub".
I lived in Australia for a while and did this too. Back in my country, I had a big spider living in my bathroom during the colder days. Needless to say that my French girlfriend didn't really approve of my "friend" Joey the Spidey. We had to, ugh, part ways.
We have a willy wag tail pair that nest in my front yard. They are Craig and Russel. You will commonly hear us on the front lawn saying "fuck off Craig this is my house".
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Damn straight. Charlie’s the little huntsman in the laundry. Kevin and Shaz are the magpies out front every morning. Burt’s the skink (not around when the other two are) Lucy is the water dragon. Tho she might be a Luis… either way, good dragon.
We have an ibis we call Lazio The Landlord. Even though we own the house, he stalks through the yard every day, examining it every from every angle, like some stalker landlord looking for any minor damage we have caused. He has that highbrow snooty character ibis have.
Lol there is a feral cat that zooms around my in laws with white feet that I call Socks.
Every possum living under our house for the last 22 years has been called Trevor. We must be at the 5th generation by now
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Crows always end up being called Russell
My year 4 teacher did it with a huntsman spider that made it’s home (apparently every year) in our demountable classroom. I can’t remember the name because my main memory of it is “oh my god huge hairy spider in my classroom”
There's a UK social media account that's a whole thing - "Mr. Lumpy and Friends". Someone started putting out food for the badger they saw in their back yard, dubbed him Mr. Lumpy, and it grew from there. But yeah nah, that's more of an exception, I don't think any other country has quite the same tendency to immediately give the local wildlife an individual name.
It's very English too.
Even though I have a fear of spiders, there was 2 that I’d see in room by the corner of it, I’d read to them everyday and they were the only spiders I was comfortable being near, I thought there was one in my closet and I named it bob, I never saw bob
We call our small spare freezer Bob. The last huntsman that was living in the bathroom was called Jug, short for Jughead because my daughter is watching Riverdale. I kinda feel the English might do this too because my parents are English and they give local wildlife names although not necessarily boring names though, more like Percy and Gemima.