Right after he showed me the snake and asked where I wanted him relocated (far away from baby toads, please!), I turned around to start getting the table ready for dinner and saw this.
A snake skin on the table? Really? Gross.
He has had this preoccupation with snakes ever since he took a "How to catch and handle a deadly snake" class right before he came home from Australia. I would think it would be a short class. How do you catch and handle a deadly snake? You don't. You run screaming in the other direction. Class over.
But all the guys (and a couple of gals) at work gathered around for some hands-on snake charming and catching.
I don't know about you, but if I was a guy I'd be rather nervous about that snake's head right there...
I guess all of the guys got to take a turn catching a snake (yes, a venomous one) and plopping it safely into a bag. This here is the husband's friend, Ray. Ray is apparently as crazy as the husband.