This was NOT the kind of visitor I was hoping for.
I’m telling myself someone put it there yesterday while I wasn’t around.
And that it didn’t slither in through one of the 14 million holes in the cabin walls and leave its calling card. It makes me feel better to think that.
However I am immediately throwing a wish out there in the universe that some generous persons will soon feel compelled to pay to repair the chinking in the cabin at Billie Creek.
The cabin needs a fairy godmother or a sugar daddy.
Er, wait. Are snakes attracted to sugar?
One thing is for sure. I’ll never go into the potting shed or the outhouse.