He was carrying a pistol on his way back out of the house and said, "Come see what's in the garage."
I kind of knew what I'd see. There were clues: the hurrying, the pistol.
So Tom dispatched the rattler while I kept saying, "Oh. Oh. Ew. Ew." Or as they say in Albuquerque, "Eeeeeee!"
Sorry Mr. Snakey. I know you were just looking for a cool place to rest out of the hot sun, but we walk through the garage many times a day. And you rattled at Ms. Pearl.
I allowed your buddy Black Snakeyboy to stay in the garage after I saw his skinny black tail disappear under the work bench a couple weeks ago because he eats mice and he won't kill Miss Bonnie like you would. She's only 6 and a half pounds, too small to withstand a poisonous bite.
And we have little dog relatives, like Cousin Murphy and Lexilulu, who we must protect.
|Cousin Murphy (I lost my Lexi pics on the other computer!)|