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Are you flipping serious? Gosh! Seriously? Ooooo, I could have SO much fun with you. By the way, Billy is pissed I didn't think to grab the camera and take a picture of the garter with the whole ass of a toad hanging out of its mouth. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I bet it does. But, I'm not a nerd. (Just teasing!) Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That looks like my banana spider. I should note my weaver was a "Spiny Orb Weaver".

OK, I vowed not to join in on this b/c I'd much rather talk about someone behind their back. But, fucking loose the "lol" already! Gosh! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

He must have been old. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I attached it now, silly. Please disregard the blurriness. I live at the beach, there's always a breeze, and his web was freaking huge! I was laying flat on the ground to take his picture and the wind kept blowing him down about a foot in front of my nose. It was kinda cool. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Oh my gosh! We had an orb weaver!!! (attached. And yes, I know I'm a royal dork. But, at least I'm hot. Teasing.) And everyone knows palmettos are the devil's creature and OK to kill--or at least stick a bowl over and wake your hunny up to kill which is what I prefer. (P.S. It's the only thing I kill. Not that it's OK. But, I mean, it's freaking evil. Thankfully I've only seen three in the house in the entire almost four years we've lived here. That includes the smaller kind, too.) Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Wait, superkat is not a chick? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

No, do! In short, I have a client who hasn't paid, and just before when he did pay he had two NSFs and now he wants a million-dollar something-or-other that normally would be no problemo but now? Unbelievable. This guy got a SWEET deal through me with our company and I even pulled strings for him. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That is all. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I think DVR rocks! (Hello, Remster.) Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I fully support any woman not wanting to take her husband's name. There's no real "type" of woman who wouldn't as reasons for such can vary. And it's nothing personal. I can tell you I would take his last name, but only b/c I'm not partial to my own last name, I LOVE my hunny's last name, and I like changing names in general (I sign up for everything under false names just for fun & in my own paranoid mind I'm safer from identity theft this way.) Paranoia will destroy ya Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Forget the bucket. My father always went straight for the axe. He about shit when he saw me pick one up to save it from my-father-the-snake-mutilator and ran it over to the forest near our house. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

As previously mentioned--Snakes are great, but vet bills are expensive. I give you Exhibit A which illustrates how large this nosey-rosey's shnooter is. And Exhibit B, another nosey-rosey inspecting one of my outside orchids I had to bring in during a freeze. We call him "quality control". There are no applicable photos of Exhibit C, but Zoe' is the most skilled of all exhibited hunters. It is she who has the muffled meow--the one when you KNOW she has something in her mouth and you do NOT let her in. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

P.S. I picked one up once by accident. We used to have a solid-black hose with little holes in it going all around the house to water the plants. I went to pick it up and about had a heart attack. Again, not scarred of snakes, especially not racers. But when you think you're grabbing a nice, calm, nothing special hose and you get a wiggly, squiggly surprise... Nuts! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Oh yes, you'll never catch a racer (hence the name.). That was the most insane experience I've ever seen! Billy trying to catch a black racer. The thing was flying in the air, I swear! It was lunging out from the ground so quickly and so frequently. My heart was racing, too! Finally, once he got out of our main patio area we gave up the catch and just scarred him off to the neighbor's yard. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Here's what my link says: "Garter snakes are fairly slender; their maximum length is about 48 inches, but most are 18-26 inches...Large garter snakes may eat small rodents, but their common diet consists of worms, minnows, frogs and toads. They often are quite aggressive when cornered and expel a foul-smelling musk when handled." We do have a ton of lizards, frogs & toads here, I mean the intracoastal marsh is located at the end of my street. And the beach is only .75 mi the other direction. And behind my neighbor's across the street houses is a decent-sized, spring-fed fresh water lake. It's lizard, frog & toad heaven. So it makes sense our garter snakes are probably the larger kind. I definitely know the ones I see are at least 2.5 feet long, but most are quite obviously 3 feet. The dude I stepped on was fat & happy already; which is strange since they're dormant in the winter and we don't start to see them again until this time of year. Everything wakes up! Including the bugs. Thankfully, with all the lizards & frogs, the only thing we've ever had to spray for is ants. So, I definitely appreciate having my little froggie & lizard friends around. Ooo, and we always get a beautiful banana spider that will make her web somewhere around the house this time of year, too and eats bugs. Billy doesn't like the toads (and you will almost step on at least one every time we jog in the mornings) but the bright green tree frogs are beautiful.

Where's Skymama? Speaking of snake bites, I don't usually watch the "Dirtiest Jobs" show but we watched one the other day and it was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen. Billy and I could not stop laughing... The guy was helping capture these water snakes for whatever reason and kept getting bit. Is it wrong I found that so entertaining? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

How big are snakes in WA? Seriously, the garter's I normally see in my yard are huge. About as round a half-dollar and three-feet or so long. Hold on, I'll search my snakes links--Yes I have some saved to favorites b/c every once in a while we'll get one I'm not familiar with (usually a baby since they tend to look different than adults) and I look it up just to be sure it's not poisonous before attempting to capture it. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

You laugh...but that's actually happened! And in all seriousness when I was little in daycare there were two snakes in two different toilets once when I came in from the playground to use the restroom! It's true! But, no I wasn't scarred for life or anything. Snakes have never bothered me. They scare the hell out of my 6'2", 250lb father though. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I would think Freud would put two & two together considering I'd just stepped on one--you know, with my foot and such. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I mean, I'm a reasonable, intelligent person. And yet, there I was bent over in my chair looking for......snakes......under my desk. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I like snakes, too. But we have curious kitties & a dog w/ a big shnooter. Yes, I'd much rather be over-run with lizards & frogs. No rodents I've ever seen, though. Just the holey moley. Actually, saw him this morning, too. Or at least saw him moving under the mulch on the side of our house. Will have to relocate him (actually it's likely a her) soon, too. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

She is, but I make her stay under there until I'm ready to take her out to play. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

You HAVE to look. I just came in from the backyard where I'd stepped on a garter snake. Luckily he already had a mouth full of toad and merely lunged at me. Normally, I'd never even get the opportunity to step on one as they always slither off long before you get too close. But, apparently I'd disrupted his breakfast. So I come back inside to my office to work. And I keep thinking there's a snake under my desk. I tell myself not to look. Mind over matter. There is NO snake under my desk. But, I can't stop thinking about my feet lying there innocently. I MUST look! 'Tis the season. We usually see at least two-three snakes this time of year. We either capture and relocate or scare the hell out of them until they reach the neighbor's yard. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.