Making my stomach turn flip flops.
He jumped on the bed last night with some stick in his mouth.
I was trying to watch the tube and couldn't hear it over the crunchin.
Finally looked at what he had.
It looked like a skull. A small one.
I thought ewwww, he had gotten into something from the clean up going on at the house next door.
And yes he had but it wasn't a cat or possum skull that was old.
It was the fresh head of a snake.
The clean up guys had killed a chicken snake I guess next door.
Either that or Jack did it himself.
Which wouldn't surprise me since we live 5 houses from a farm field. This year it was wheat, last year it was corn.
And between them cutting and the house next door being trashed. . . .
Anyway. . .
I was cleaning out the garage yesterday and found a BIG snake skin.
Just looking at it I wanted to get on a chair......
So when I took the head away from him, I thought I was going to lose my dinner.
Stuff was still there.
Black yuky stuff.
Glad I picked it up with a wad of napkins.
I still had to wash my hands 3 times.
Happy day.........At least it was dead, right?