On the weekend, we took Charlotte to the local Carnivale where she happily patted a huge python. The next morning at home, we were faced with a python of our own. It looked to be eyeing off our bird feeder (well, actually the birds that visit the bird feeder). Luckily for us, Phil relocated the snake back to the bush, although every time I step outside now, I look up at the rafters just to make sure.
Patting the python at the Carnivale.
The snake on our front deck.
Just hanging around.
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