There is a massive python-style snake in the garden shed. Ask me how I know.
Do it. Ask me.
Today, I ventured to the garden shed to get my tree trimmers. Innocent enough – I just wanted to clean up some of the ridiculous limbs hanging from the trees in the backyard.
What I was greeted with – however – was not innocent at all.
At the center of the garden shed between all of the hand tools we had tossed in over the weekend – was a huge snake skin.
H.U.G.E. On one piece, the belly part was about 2 inches across. I slammed the door closed and found something to do other than trim the trees.
That part of the farm is now dead to me. While I’d prefer to simply burn it down, the garden shed is unfortunately attached to the pole barn where the cows and mower live. This is inconvenient at best. So now, the snake can just have the whole damn shed. I need to go buy some new garden tools.