There was no place for the snakelet to go except under the bathmat, so I resumed my regularly-scheduled business. Once finished, I lifted the bathmat and picked up the most adorable little 6" garden snake you would ever want to have crawl across your foot in a darkened bathroom. Or a well-lit one, for that matter.
I showed him to the Baby Goddess (who was eagerly anticipating story time), and she let him curl around her fingers. I got out the magnifying glass and showed her how you can tell where the snake's body ends and his tail begins (snakes' bellies are a long column of single scales, while their tails are a double column of interleaved scales). Then we put him outside on the landslide where most other accidental tourists in our house end up.
What is it with me and wildlife?
