And his worst enemy, shovel.
My neighbor discovered Mr. Snake on his front porch upon returning home from a doctor’s appointment. The meeting did not go well for the reptile.
The little guy wasn’t a danger, but my neighbor panicked. Understandable, yet regrettable all the same.
Rest in peace Snake.
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Poor thing. RIP.
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I know!
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I’m very conflicted right now because I HATE SNAKES!!! Lol.
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I’m not crazy about them either, but he wasn’t venomous. Just snaky.
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I wouldn’t have killed either because I’d be running away to fast 🙂
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My husband has a hate hate relationship with snakes. If it slithers he kills it.
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