I haven't seen a snake this big since....well....EVER! He and I met at the doorway to my barn. I went screaming one way and he went screaming another...I'm sure it was quite the sight. Anyway after my heart managed to get back in my chest and out of my throat, I cautiously approached the barn again and gave a little peek inside. Despite his cheetah like speed, Mr snake felt hiding was his best bet, so he did...behind my pitch fork.....er.... funny he lived to be this big huh? Well barn chores successfully put on hold by slitherings out of my control, I decided to find out if he was a dangerous snake. Apparently he is not dangerous but is"aggressive" and nonvenomous. He eats toads and frogs and lives primarily in water. Well, no wonder hes cruising the barn, the place is toad party central at night. Uh well, WAS toad party central. I guess the disco ball and conga lines gave them away. I kept finding toad sized thong undies and tiny drug paraphernalia...no one needs that kind of element living around their horses. teehee In any case my slithery enforcer cleaned up the joint and moved on. I'm glad I didn't have to pay him protection money or something. Thanks Mr snake, but next time could ya call first?
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