Erin found the snake. When she came foot-slap-running onto the porch, screaming “Snakedaddymommysnake,” we hugged her and assured her it was just a large stick, fallen from one of our oaks and still black-slick with rain water.
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Erin found the snake. When she came foot-slap-running onto the porch, screaming “Snakedaddymommysnake,” we hugged her and assured her it was just a large stick, fallen from one of our oaks and still black-slick with rain water.