I mean, I can’t stand them. They freak me out like nothing else. So imagine my surprise (read: horror) when I see Stanley sniffing and possibly trying to eat a snake in our front yard. And then imagine that I have to go near said snake. Thank God it was already dead. But I still had to touch it, even though I did so with gloves on and with a rag.
I repeat, I HAD TO TOUCH it. Did I mention I hate snakes?
And that the only good snakes are dead or flattened on the side of the road?
Ok, glad we cleared that up.
Did E ever tell you I used to have a pet snake, Virgil? He was awesome.
That would completely freak me out.
Mark is no longer allowed to have pet snakes. But we did agree that if he wants to have Daddy-daughter time at Reptile world, that’s fine by me.