Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Forked Tongues and Tines





I was just about to stab my fork (with tines... get it?) into a delicious grilled hamburger steak patty when Mom and I hear the doorbell ring and this is what was was waiting for us...

My Aunt Terri holding this prize in the air, hoping to present it to Nathan.
Fortunately (or not so for the snake), my Uncle Jim had beheaded it in the barn...
Although I don't mind touching snakes, one thing is for sure, if you don't know what kind it is, "the only good snake is a dead snake."

Somehow I just couldn't eat my lunch after that.

2 comments:

bryan said...

my stomach is turning just looking at those pictures

Anonymous said...

This stuff never happens when I come down. That snake could've taken care of the dead rat on our road this morning. Gross.


HS