We had a snake like, five metres from our house today. And ugh, now that I think about it, I must've walked past it at least half a dozen times. DSFLKJSFD.
But anyway, I was washing the dishes from the smoothie I made (which was really, really yum btw) and it was just there all slithery and creepy (sorry to anybody that likes snakes). So I called my brother, who took ages to come because he didn't believe me, and when he finally did haul his ass out from his room the first thing he said was:
"Oh my god, we can be parselmouths! Let's go speak parseltongue to it!"
Freakin' idiot.
He also got two pictures (which have turned in to proof that he is some brave snake warrior or something) I'm cutting them beacuse they're snakey and make me squeamish.
SERIOUSLY, HOW CLOSE IS THAT OMG. ARGH!
Straight after that picture it hissed and tried to bite him. The lesson for today is that taking pictures of snakes=bad. Although, when we were trying to find out what sort it was there was this one website which said the very first thing that you should do is get a photo of it. Lol, I dunno.
AND OMG LOST YESTERDAY. WHOA. Although was that supposed to answer any questions? Because now I only have more! :P