A friendly fellow resident alerted us to the danger that lurked under this patio chair. It looked like a baby python to me (of course, I think all snakes look like pythons). I think we should have alerted McDill Air Force base over in Tampa to send a squadron of Hornets with Stinger missiles to make this a better and safer place to live. I mean what's the point of Homeland Security if you can't rub out a few slimy, scaly man eaters?
I wish I had a happy ending to this story, but, sadly, someone came and removed the Satan spawn and walked it down to a grassy area not far from where I live. Still alive and, I presume, still hungry.
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