Last night, I babysat one of my nieces and my nephew while J, Ryan, and Renee went to help a family from church move. This worked out well because a) I didn't really want to help with moving (which I despise) and b) because I babysat last night, my mother in law is going to babysit tonight so R&R can come see Transformers with us for J's birthday! Woop!
We decided to take a break in the middle of Horton Hears a Who, and go on a loop around the end of our street. We were happily walking along:
Until I got to the circle-part of the cul-de-sac, when I saw this big guy crawling across the road:Seriously you guys, it was a freaking over-two-feet-long snake crawling through the middle of our subdivision. We are not nearly country enough to have snakes like this just chillin in the middle of the road. It was bizarre. Even more bizarre, the kids, who had been absolutely terrified of my cat the entire night, were absolutely thrilled about the snake. Payton even asked if she could hold it. Um, no. Ask your uncle.
And if I find a snake anywhere on my property...it will just not be good.