By Kathy McBroom
As I walked out towards the pool, there he was, looking all regal, and “snakified.” I didn’t even see him until I was almost on him, and then I jumped back several feet. He never moved.
I hate snakes.
I took his picture. My husband informed me that he was a good snake if there is such a thing. I thought, maybe we can cohabitate. That would be new. He could do his job and I could do mine. [Read more…]