I tied Missy out. Miss M desired to smoke a cigarette on the patio and was moving toward satisfying that desire.
And then, as Miss M tells the story, she screamed, "Holy s&*%! We're all going to die!"
I did not actually hear her scream that, but I did hear a summons, "MOM!" And I did hear Mr. Big Food call out, "Marica! You gotta see this."
What's a curious person to do? I gotta see it.
It's not a stick. |
Thanks to Daughter C for providing the scale. |
We watched it for a while, |
tried to take some detailed photos, |
and decided that it was a grey rat snake. A good guy. |
Until it decided to slither vertically up behind the exterior walls of the bunkhouse. |
My guess is that even a stupid snake can follow up on its desire to not be behind exterior walls. So I'm guessing the damned thing will figure out how to get out. But I'm not a snake.
What do I know?
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