My family’s house in the mountains is my sanctuary. My childhood memories here are what sweet southern novels are made of. The sun always warmed us, the creek always cooled us, and the country cooking always filled us.
In nearly 40 years of climbing these mountains and playing in these fields, I have never seen a snake… until today.
We have to burn the place down now y’all, I’m just devastated.
It was entirely too close to the house, which means it has been casing the joint.
It was wrapped around the post on the deck, which means it was probably a boa constrictor exercising the muscles it uses to strangle it’s prey.
It was as big as my arm, which means it could swallow us whole.
I sure will miss this place.