Dogs love peanut butter. Mice love peanut butter. You know what else loves peanut butter? Snakes.
My dad sent me this picture. He found it in the garage.
This snake brings back some many memories. Like the time my mom said we didn’t have to go to church because a black snake (we named him “Charlie”) was sunning itself right outside our front door.
Or the time my little brother said he was walking to the bus stop to warn me about the snake he’d seen. Mom needed to stay in the house…where it was safe.
But the best snake encounter involved my cat Caramel. She lived to be 20 years old, and she died about 4 years ago. She was the best cat ever. Sorry, Esme, but she was.
Caramel was a Calico. She meowed…
whenever you opened the refrigerator door when she saw you coming home from school all the time.
One day she was meowing a lot. Like a-lot-a-lot. So I headed down to the basement to see what was wrong.
Once she had my attention, she kept sniffing a sneaker. She would not leave it alone.
Thoughtsy: You brought me down here to show me a shoe?
Thoughtsy: Caramel, leave it alone. It’s just a shoe.
Thoughtsy: It’s just a shoe! See! (::picks up shoe, taps heel on ground, snake falls out::) AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Then I swoped up Caramel (leave no cat behind) and ran screaming up the stairs. Cause that’s how I roll when it comes to snakes.
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