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I think that's a story you'ld better tell! I'm starting to have visions of your dad and they're a little weird...
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I once saw a Blue Racer curled up in a shrub sunning itself (in Illinois). Neat looking snake.
Sorry steele mama.
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Anaconda is on t.v., and I thought of this thread!
Dad is amazing, and I'm crazy about him...When I was a kid, my grandmother lived in the house where I now live. It has a detached garaged with a well house, and back then there was a little lean-to shed on the end under some big pine trees. (Remind me to tell you about why the trees are gone and why you should NEVER be in the bathroom during an electrical storm.

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Dad kept his garden tiller in the little lean-to, and had spent most of the day working in the garden. He literally worked until dark that night. When he came in, my mom and I were upstairs in my bathroom. A few minutes later we heard him yelling and a banging noise.
Mom ran downstairs and said that he had pulled off his shoes and then pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his coveralls. A small racer was folded in his wallet! (I don't know why he didn't know there was a snake in his pocket--I think he had pants on under the coveralls, and I guess he just didn't feel it through the layers.) That's when he yelled and dropped the wallet, and the snake took off toward the air conditioning vent. The banging noise was his shoe on the wall--he managed to get it before it took up permanent residence in the house.
We got such a kick out of the story that they didn't work too hard to get the black marks off the wall until the next time they repainted the bedroom.

You're probably right--my family is a little weird. (My niece told me yesterday--out of the blue--that she was proud of how funny our family is!

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