We met these \”cutie petuties\” at the entrance to Aunt Jan\’s house.
They were soaking up the sun from atop the bushes at the front door.
What a greeting!
Officially, garter snakes.
There were two on each side as we approached,
but one scurried down into the safety of the bush,
while the others remained perched
perfectly still.
When we left,
there were three in one bush and two in the other!
Of course, the shy guy slid away once again.
I bet they are all siblings!
How wonderful!

Molly Bing Goes Green.

This cat has been DYING to pay tribute
to daddio\’s St. Patrick\’s Day of birth.
And with a \”Kool\” aid, her dreams have become reality!
(FYI: Kool-aid does not come in green. This is a very special brew.)

Not only is green appropriate, given the holiday celebrations,
but this color also shows how Molly B. is hip to the times:
She is earth friendly,
biodegradable, and a herbivore.
And you may not know this, but she has garlic breath
(like her mommy).
So here\’s – CHEERS! – to you!
Happy Birthday Daddy!
From the green footed puss.


I almost died multiple times by cobra attack. Julie plays an integral part of this story because it is her image that flashed before my eyes as I foresaw my death. Her mother and I had thrown ourselves into the snake pit to protect sister\’s Darcie and Julie from possible exposure to these deadly venomous vipers. In the image it may seem like we are smiling. DON\’T BE FOOLED! That is just our front: a stratagem to fracture the slippery snake\’s intensity.

Okay, so I met a hungry King Cobra. He was extremely agitated, compared to all the other extremely poisonous snakes gathered round. You will notice that I used the word \”extreme\” twice in the last sentence. That is because this was an extreme kind of experience; in other words, there were a lot of extremes to extreme about. Like him:

King C had FIVE (the most) Death Stars*****, as measured by Cape Fear Serpentarium\’s scale of Poison-osity represented by skull and crossbones (this was a summit on super venom and the largest collection of poisonous snakes in the world). This upped the Intensi-tron Rating to twenty five (that\’s a lot; it only goes to ten). King Cobra tensely eyed us up as soon as we approached. He was quite attentive.

When I sat down before him, he STRUCK me! Well, actually, his strike was abridged by the glass between us. But if it weren\’t for that, he\’d have kissed me right on the face – two times! What a rush, like WHOA! On our way out, I notified the owner that she had a hungry King Cobra on her hands and she quite agreed. Since he had shed only yesterday, King C had worked hard to cast off his dead skin for a fresh coat and now he wanted a warm meal. Apparently, I was looking good! Thanks bud!