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A Snake. In a Tree.

A snake. In a tree.

A SNAKE. IN A TREE.

I got my darling husband to confess.

When we first moved in, there was a rat snake in the big tree in the front yard.

Bob jiggled the branch with a broom and the snake slithered away.

Oh. My. God.

A snake.

In a tree.

That’s much, much, much worse than a snake on the ground.

I’m reworking that old 80’s song in my head.

“It’s raining snakes…”

If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and have a little heart attack now.

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