I. Am. Crazy.

Yes. I am crazy. I've been told that about a zillion times. But this time it's the truth. We have a snake. At least for now.

Our lazy cat finally caught something. I wish it was a mole, but she left a "dead" garter snake at our front door. As grateful as I was, I told the kids to kick it into the dirt, and that blasted snake started moving! So Ammon snatched it up, we checked it for injuries, and thanks to a co-op friend who has a pet snake from a summer camping trip, and my weak will for the day, we ended up keeping it.

It's not a bad little pet. He lives in our old fish tank. He doesn't poo much. No noise. No odor. He eats little goldfish about once a week, that cost around 13 cents. I could do this! I even held the little buddy.

Now to get our own Indiana Jones to hold him. (you know, because Indie's scared of snakes) Do you think I'm talking about Liam? Nooooooo..... try about three and a half feet taller...