(Again, don't ask me what's on our door. I don't know. It was there when we moved in.)
Good glory, that will give you the heebie jeebies!
Hopefully this skin belonged to the very friendly king snake that was residing under our house, eating its way through the bounty of mice that our rural house provides. If so, someone should really clarify with mister or misses king that our mutual understanding indicates that s/he will remain under the house until death do us part. Or we move.
The snake is not allowed to come out from under the house, and under NO CIRCUMSTANCE is s/he to tarry on our front porch long enough to shed his or her skin, leaving it as a blatant sign of the complete and utter lack of respect for our agreement.
Take note, snake: YOU HAD BETTER BE UNDER THE HOUSE THIS VERY MINUTE, EATING EVERY MOUSE THAT ENTERTAINS THE THOUGHT OF ENTERING THIS HOUSE. If I see evidence of a mouse in my house, which indicates that you have stuck your forked tongue out and are blowing raspberries at us, you're going down. Count on it.
4 comments:
HA HA HA! I would have LOVED to have a snake in my house last February when a mouse took it over! I HATE MICE!!! Snakes are ok!
Good GRIEF! Will have nightmares tonight, I'm sure of it.
that's just all kinds of wrong. i would have DIED to find that on my front step. D.I.E.D.
You're slacking again! LOL. It's been almost a month. Is everything ok?
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