snakeCanMany of you know about my special relationship with wildlife.  There was the raccoon that entered my home through a hole in the bathroom floor.  There was the time I came downstairs at my parents’ house and found a trashcan upside down on the kitchen floor with a piece of paper on top that said “Snake.”  There was the time a baby possum snuck into my roommate’s bedroom and went to sleep under the dresser.

I have a million animal stories and this is one of them.  Bare with me if you’ve heard it.  You will be rewarded with pictures.

When Rebecca and I lived in Austin our landlord’s sister lived behind us, with her deck facing our patio.  One balmy summer evening she and her daughter and her daughter’s friend were sitting outside talking when all of a sudden they started screaming some mostly unintelligible words, but one word we did catch was “snake.”  We ran over there, expecting to find a crime scene but what we found was far more terrifying.  Okay that’s an exaggeration.  It was actually really awesome.   Apparently, someone’s pet python had escaped and was hungry so it caught a rat on the roof.  It then proceeded to fall from said roof, still wrapped around the rat, onto the deck between the three screaming women.  A snake. Wrapped around a rat.  Fell from the sky.  At my neighbor’s feet.

I’ll let you process that.  Take as much time as you need.

Here is the incident, captured in full color.  Warning:  If you don’t like snakes or rats, don’t look.  Because there are snakes and rats.

You’re welcome.



One response to “snake”

  1. Charlotte Staples says :

    He’s beautiful! Did he eventually get to eat his hard earned dinner? Did he get back to his owner?

    Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2015 14:19:48 +0000 To:


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