in my basement!
I am happily, calmly blogging when husband interrupts me –
“Can you come downstairs and help me with something?” in his calm, rather soft-spoken way.
It is all coiled up by the back door of the basement resting comfortably on some blankets. It sees us, gives a little tongue flick.
Husband wants us to move the plant next to it that is blocking the door, and to open door and – I don’t know – kick? it out?
I say “maybe we should leave it alone and wait for the guys [it just so happens we are having 2 guys from Jersey coming over to dinner tonite] to help. They may know what kind of snake it is.
So. We are waiting for the company.
Hi, come in, help us with this snake…