Probably 99% of burglars would alert me with their girlish shrieks of terror.
Worth twice the price of admission. lol
That’s my beloved Belle Boid.
[LOL]
She is an absolute sweetheart.
She knows it’s feeding day and has been desperately trying to get my attention all afternoon.
I’ve been opening her door and gently stroking her head and back every time I go by.
She sure loves her massages.
That temporarily satisfies her while her frozen dinner is thawing out.
[it takes a while]
“I was a bit of a little Steve Irwin when I was a kid. Poor Mom.”
Both of my parents are snake phobics, my dad extremely so.
Baling hay was always an impromptu cardiac stress test for him because as you know, hay fields are *full* of fascinating serpents.
If I live to be 1000, I’ll never forget the look on his face as he turned the tractor around at the other end of the field and saw me trying to unwrap an 8 foot rat snake from a fence post.
I had a good 6 feet of her worked loose and up in the air when I saw him.
He was a whiter shade of pale and standing up on the tractor screaming God knows what at me.
[actually, I can guess... DROP THAT ^@%$#*&^!!! snake right now!!!”]
I just smiled and waved.
By the time he got to my side of the field, the snake had gotten away.
Dammit.
It was nice one.
I was constantly dragging snakes home.
Then there the was the time I had a Copperhead hatchling in a mayonnaise jar in my bedroom....
;D