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[which_chick]

Did not horse this evening due to thunderstorms and ninety-percent humidity. No desire there, sorry. Did visit horse (fine and entirely uninjured, amazingly catchable) and held her out on grass until the rain came.



I got home and walked into my house. I do not make a habit of inspecting my coffee table, but today something about it looked odd.



Can you see what is wrong with my coffee table? No? How about a closer look...



Can you see the problem now?

Right. There is a black rat snake (or similar not-poisonous black rodent-eating constrictor thing) on my fucking coffee table. I am not a huge fan of snakes, but I would like to state for the record that (following the obligatory scream like a girl episode) I got a broom and swept the snake out the door pretty gently and restored it to its natural habitat.



Bad snake! Bad! Please not to be being on coffee table! In the house! Bad snake! Snakes do not go in the house.

I totally have got to get a fucking door sweep. It is an action item on my to-do list.

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[not-your-real.livejournal.com]

Wow! That was a nice snake. Corn snakes (of which our pet is an exemplar) are considered by some to be no more than a rat snake variant.

Must be good eatin' around there; was a healthy-looking snake.