i remember when i was out west on my bike and stopped at a rest area to wiz, get a smoke and wet the whistle. went into the mens room and discoverd his cousin lying on the floor, i remember thinking "is this real?" and when he rattled i didnt have to ask myself again. needless to say i did my buisness (cleaned my pants hahaha) out behind the building and left. I DONT LIKE SNAKES!!! when i was younger and mowing lawns was a source of income and i would see a snake in the yard i would intentionaly run over it but i have since learned there are good snakes and there are bad snakes and i now figure if i leave them alone maybe they will just go away and leave me alone.
but, in my garage?? dead snake!!!!!
