EEEEEEWWWWW!!!! That thing is gross gross gross! It's so long and skinny and yucky. And in your very own flower bed!
But I'm sorry and hate that I feel I'm still leading the parade of horrors with that near nose-to-nose this week with a 2 - 2 1/2 foot long blonde snake draped over the back of a man's neck!!!!!!!! I still get the willies thinking of that close call. I probably would be having some form of PTSD or something if that thing had somehow touched me - had I stepped forward while still looking down at my phone or something. I just don't know what I would have done - well, faint for one. Lose my mind, for the other.
Tell you what, thanks to Lizzie and now Snakey in my house and neighborhood PetSmart respectively and your creepy crawlies at your home, let's sell the houses and move into a duplex condo somewhere in between our two present houses, hire a full-time exterminator/animal control expert to visit once a day and I'll keep watch half the day and you the other half once he leaves! Investing in hip boots, heavy duty gloves, football helmet w/faceshield and a heavy gabardine jumpsuit each, we could be well-protected against most of our slinky, slimy "friends" as we stand guard.
And we could even do the pet stores standing back to back, covering all 360 degrees of the store as we shop. Course somebody would have to be walking backward part of the time but if it saved another "close encounter", it would be worth it. Check with the hubby and see if he won't consider an emergency relocation as "encounters" are now altogether too close and frequent to be further tolerated by women of refined sensibilities. It's either that or Ireland for me!
__________________ Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |