My neighbor called me a couple of weeks ago. She was relatively calm as she asked if I would come over; she thought that she had found a snake.
A snake? A snake. In her garage. Could I come over to help her? Please?
I jumped up and headed out the door; I knew that she had a snake phobia. Larry and Zane followed for the entertainment factor; it was a Friday night. My neighbor had been cleaning out her garage, and she had found something wriggling in a glue trap. I picked up the box. Inside I found several deceased spiders, a lizard, a rather large roach...and a very alive snake.
A baby rat snake was stuck to the glue. I pulled on it a bit, and the snake wriggled, trying to get away. It would die if it wasn't released. While I am pretty okay with picking up most snakes, I was worried about trying to get the snake away from the glue. I tend to get ham handed when delicacy is called for, both physically and verbally. I did not want to kill the very creature that I was trying to save. I looked at Larry, who pretty much gave me a look that said "NOPE."
Time to call Dad.


This is a beautiful fantastic memory! i am so glad your neighbor was taking photos
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