Snagette calls me earlier, all in a tizzy. She let the pups out to handle their business, and spots a snake in a planter close to the back door steps. Panic ensues. She hollers for the 6'2" 210 pound pro rassler to come down and get this snake. He comes down, and it turns out there's two of them. In typical, "what the hell is wrong with this generation" fashion, instead of removing the snakes, he takes a picture. By now, they're off somewhere, buried in the pine straw, behind bushes and what not.
Snags Removal Service is scheduled to arrive about 5:30 this afternoon.
But our conversation, went as follows:
Snagette: Frantically tells the story of coming face to face with, what went from a foot, to six feet, then a 12 foot venemous python. Then, she says, "It made me say all sorts of words"
Snags: What kind?
Snagette: I said shit, shit shit.
Snags: No, what KIND?
Snagette: Well, I said shit, and holy damn, and....
Snags: No, what kind of SNAKE???
Snagette: Oh! How would I know?
Snags: Just get Brock to send me the pictures.
Honestly, I do worry this time of year about Copperheads, but these were clearly White Oaks, or Rat Snakes, as some people call them. But to Snagette, these were the things horror movies are based on.
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