However, when I turned to look at it today the **#%&^#$ thing jumped at me! Um, no. Wrong answer, Mr. Snake. So I grabbed a big stick and chased it around a bit and pinned it's head to the ground then yelled my head off to get the kids inside to hear me and come get me a shovel. I'll spare you the details, but that was one ticked off snake which made me one ticked off Momma and well, I still have my head, which is more than he can say.

Last chance, back out NOW if you don't want to see pics.
Both boys wanted to hold it so I took their pics. with it. I know, I'm a redneck, sue me.

I don't post my kids on here, so excuse the horrible disguise work.

This is my oldest and his face is like: Oh, this isn't so bad. (And no, that's not it's mouth at the bottom, I wasn't very pretty with the whole head cutting off thing, so that's part of it's neck).
This is my five year old. For comparison purposes, he's 47.5 inches tall. So the darn thing WAS about four feet long like I'd guessed before. His face is like: WHY IN THE WORLD DID I WANT TO HOLD THIS?? EW!

I can do without that much excitement, thank you very much!











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