Not again! Another snake adventure, dang it.
Missy brought a (the same?) snake back into the house yesterday, but I saw her with it just inside the kitty door, which is in the sunroom and has a French door that closes it off from the living room. That door got closed while I went for the trusty dustpan and swept him into it and set the pan on the outside railing.
The good blogger needed to run get her phone (normally in my pocket) to snap a photo, right? It was on the kitchen counter, and by the time I grabbed it and ran back out to the deck, the little slithery sucker was trying to make his great escape.
I simply dumped him over the side, figuring the 6-8’ drop was still better than being toted around with Missy’s sharp teeth.
Hmm, I should have kept count of how many snakes I have rescued this summer. I know these guys are harmless, but I would love a little less excitement, thankyouverymuch.
Life is never dull in paradise, y’all!