Oh, did this poem (and pictures) bring back memories. My boys used to go to the Resivoir and ‘snake hunt’. One time, the big snake they caught, escaped, and we tore the house apart looking for it, to no avail. A week passed (with very little sleep), and then it was laundry day. You guessed it. The snake was coiled up in the center of the soiled clothes in the hamper. You could have heard Mom’s scream in the next town.
Another time, they caught a big green snake, and, by now, the rule was the snake had to be kept in a screen cage, in the garage. One morning, I went to the garage, and there must have been a hundred baby snakes, slithering everywhere! (The new little critters slid right through the openings of the screen wire.)
That was it! No more snakes. (mice came next - that story for another day....)
Thank you Billie, and Amy for the pictures and poem today.
Great story, yorkie! I have a snake tale too but don’t have time now. Mine is funny (after it was over) but not funny when it happened! LOL! See ya later!
