Ugh. THIRD ONE. Friggin' A. This one actually lunged at me. Granted, I almost squashed him, because, hey, even after two previous episodes, no one REALLY expects a snake in their hallway (am I right? am I right?). So, yeah, he curled up and was all "I vill kill you," [apparently, I think snakes = cheesy vampire accents]. Then, he slithered his little way underneath the damn gold strip thing that separates carpet and laminate. I NOW HAVE TO WAIT FOR HIM TO POP BACK UP AGAIN TO GET HIM OUTSIDE. How is this my life?
Maybe I should just rename this journal "snakes on a blog." y/n?