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Folks, you can't make this up. My whole life has pretty much been that way. I was driving back from a quick trip yesterday and glance over to see the folks across the street from my house outside - which is a rarity. The gentleman had a rake outside and was doing "something" with a black "thing" on the ground. That memory thing in my brain, what's left of it anyway, says STOP! and I stop the truck and back it up a bit.
He has gotten about a 5' long snake picked up in the tines of the rake. I asked what kind of snake is that. He said it's a black racer, he said his wife wanted him to kill it but he didn't want to. He won that argument. I told him good for you! As his wife and I are discussing snakes, he calmly walks the snake across the road on the rake (it was scared half to death) and was being still, and gently put it down in the middle of my lawn and then went back across to road, to talk a few more seconds at which I went home laughing my arse off.
Now you KNOW the snake then went where it wanted to go anyway. I am loved!
He has gotten about a 5' long snake picked up in the tines of the rake. I asked what kind of snake is that. He said it's a black racer, he said his wife wanted him to kill it but he didn't want to. He won that argument. I told him good for you! As his wife and I are discussing snakes, he calmly walks the snake across the road on the rake (it was scared half to death) and was being still, and gently put it down in the middle of my lawn and then went back across to road, to talk a few more seconds at which I went home laughing my arse off.
Now you KNOW the snake then went where it wanted to go anyway. I am loved!
